Luyện nghe bài hát Free Or Dead

So I am, trying to be the man, right?
Using my gun to see at night with my flashlight
In the afterlife I the AC works
So I wait well I'm a pass out and taste this curve
And she with flirts, smacked my nerves
Wearin' that skirt
Got my so hard it made my back hurt
I cracked a smirk 'cause I was and drunk
she gave wink and a smile and dropped a in my cup
man, are kinda odd so I keep my eyebrow raised
I hear the words for what they mean, know what I mean?
and I do believe in God 'cause I keep comin across all fine women
low self esteem, you know what I mean.
I've got attention deficet, I've got the eyes
I've the storms in my head, I've got my voice
I've got to make a decision of whether I or die
I'd rather just run either way it's one hell of a choice

my car is my own personal universe
she's my drug and it takes twelve bucks to fill 'er up
but in my galaxy there no room for Earth
so I'm leavin it 'cause I can the oil pressure building up
turning over the ignition of my solar
check the gauges, push in the tape, put my on the brake
shift existence, my cigarette
and take it to state until I crash into my fate

now I'm giving back everything they gave me, not a damn
it'll me more than a good DJ to save me, and I'm not dancing
I seem to make up my bed, much less my mind
so I'm a take puff to my head, and press rewind
I wish this car had cruise control, so I could my legs
I've got this to prove my soul, and test my fate
doing hunny in a sixty five, got stopped by a
caught, spotted, and radared by a
Wisconsin style!, over the limit by miles
Watch me smile, I ain't been around here for a long while
my paper, gave her thanks?, have a nice day
yo, word of advice, trade the doughnuts in and gets some rice
back to my travels, from my shadows
passin hitchhikers and bikers honkin the horn the cattle
hair back sticking to the seat, sweat from the heat
diggin through a of gruel, I'm looking for something to eat
yo, there's a Hardee's at the stop
don't wanna, but I ta'
'cause I'm craving to chase the taste of this tequila

(uhh, yeah, you got value meals? can you put some barbecue
sauce... I wanna honey bun. change shit. I want chicken pebbles.
no, onion bun, onion bun. onion rings. pork. word up. can you
supersize that? yo girl, you got kind of a pretty voice. yo girl,
yu get off work?)

90 east Chicago, on my way to Cincinnati
I won't let em catch me, and I won't ever make em happy
watch your wives and your daughters I'm passin through the
hometown, castin lines into the water, catchin goldfish out your
and I'm as cool as the cat that to school just for lunch
I'm the rebel pissin in the public pool, for fun
takin my
I need release, and I don't think I'm a it in between your legs
yo, I'm jokin, only going to the corner to get some eggs
so when she makin the coffee I toss my bags in the back seat
and I can remember it all like it must have last week
sometimes I stop to think, for all the I've spent
how I'd rather live in a tent than my ass and pay the rent
but I'm to pay my dues, and I'd be glad to pay the tollbooth
and agreed to sing the blues ever since the day I broke loose
just like a child walking through the toy store
voice, not even aware that the world is my

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