Luyện nghe bài hát Free Or Dead

So here I am, trying to be the man,
Using my gun to see at sleeping with my flashlight
In the afterlife I hope the AC
So while I wait well I'm a out and taste this curve
And she attacked flirts, smacked my nerves
Wearin' that black
Got my nature so it made my back hurt
I cracked a smirk I was dumb and drunk
she gave wink and a and dropped a quarter in my cup
man, people are kinda odd so I keep my 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 these women
with low esteem, you know what I mean.
I've got attention deficet, got the bedroom eyes
I've the storms in my head, I've got my telephone
I've got to make a of whether I live or die
I'd rather just run 'cause either way it's one of a choice

my car is like my own universe
she's my drug and it only twelve bucks to fill 'er up
but in my galaxy there ain't no for Earth
so I'm leavin it 'cause I can feel the oil building up
turning over the of my solar system
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 gave me, not a damn thing
it'll me more than a good DJ to save me, and I'm not dancing
I can't seem to make up my bed, less my mind
so I'm a take another to my head, and press rewind
I wish car had cruise control, so I could rest my legs
I've got this itch to prove my soul, and test my
doing hunny in a sixty five, got by a copper
caught, spotted, and radared by a
Wisconsin style!, the limit by forty miles
Watch me smile, 'cause I been around here for a long while
grabbed my paper, gave her thanks?, a nice day
yo, word of advice, trade the doughnuts in and gets some rice
back to my travels, running my shadows
passin hitchhikers and honkin the horn harrasin the cattle
hair back sticking to the seat, sweat drippin the heat
diggin through a cooler of gruel, I'm looking for to eat
yo, there's a at the next stop
don't wanna, but I ta'
'cause I'm craving something to chase the of this tequila

(uhh, yeah, you guys got 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 of a pretty voice. yo girl, what
yu get off work?)

90 east Chicago, on my way to Cincinnati
I won't ever let em catch me, and I won't ever em happy
watch your and your daughters when I'm passin through the
hometown, castin lines the water, catchin goldfish out your bowl
and I'm as cool as the cat that came to school 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 just jokin, only to the corner to get some eggs
so when she starts makin the 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 money I've
how I'd rather live in a tent than my ass and pay the rent
but I'm eager to pay my dues, and I'd be to pay the tollbooth
and I've agreed to sing the blues ever the day I broke loose
just like a child walking through the toy store
voice, not even aware the world is my oyster

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