Luyện nghe bài hát Free Or Dead

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

my car is like my own personal
she's my drug and it only takes bucks to fill 'er up
but in my galaxy there ain't no for Earth
so I'm leavin it I can feel the oil pressure building up
turning over the ignition of my solar
check the gauges, push in the tape, put my foot on the
shift existence, my cigarette
and take it state to state until I crash my fate

now I'm giving back everything they me, not a damn thing
take 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 puff to my head, and rewind
I wish this car had control, so I could rest my legs
I've got this itch to prove my soul, and my fate
doing hunny in a sixty five, got stopped by a
caught, spotted, and by a chopper
Wisconsin style!, the limit by forty miles
me smile, 'cause I ain't been around here for a long while
grabbed my paper, gave her thanks?, a nice day
yo, word of advice, trade the in and gets some rice cakes
back to my travels, from my shadows
passin hitchhikers and bikers honkin the harrasin the cattle
hair back sticking to the seat, sweat drippin the heat
diggin a cooler of gruel, I'm looking for something to eat
yo, a Hardee's at the next stop
don't wanna, but I ta'
'cause I'm craving something to chase the taste of this

(uhh, yeah, you guys got value meals? can you put some
sauce... I wanna honey bun. that 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 voice. yo girl, what
yu get off work?)

90 towards 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 when I'm through the
hometown, castin lines the water, catchin goldfish out your bowl
and I'm as cool as the cat came to school just for lunch
I'm the rebel pissin in the pool, just 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 going to the corner to get some
so when she starts makin the coffee I toss my in the back seat
and I can remember it all like it have happened last week
sometimes I stop to think, for all the money spent
how I'd rather live in a tent than bust my ass and pay the
but I'm eager to pay my dues, and I'd be glad to pay the
and I've agreed to sing the blues ever since the day I broke
just like a blindfolded walking through the toy store
voice, not even aware that the world is my

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