Luyện nghe bài hát Free Or Dead

So I am, trying to be the man, right?
Using my gun to see at sleeping with my flashlight
In the I hope the AC works
So while I wait well I'm a pass out and this curve
And she attacked flirts, smacked my nerves
Wearin' that skirt
Got my nature so hard it made my back
I cracked a smirk I was dumb and drunk
she gave wink and a and dropped a quarter in my cup
man, are kinda odd so I keep my eyebrow raised
I only hear the words for what they mean, know what I
and I do believe in God 'cause I keep comin across all these women
with low self esteem, you know I mean.
I've got deficet, I've 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 hell of a

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

now I'm giving back they gave me, not a damn thing
it'll take me more than a good DJ to me, and I'm not dancing
I can't seem to make up my bed, much less my
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 my soul, and test my fate
hunny in a sixty five, got stopped by a copper
caught, spotted, and radared by a
Wisconsin style!, the limit by forty miles
Watch me smile, 'cause I ain't been 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, running my shadows
passin hitchhikers and bikers honkin the horn the cattle
hair back sticking to the seat, drippin from the heat
diggin through a of gruel, I'm looking for something to eat
yo, there's a at the next stop
wanna, but I need ta'
'cause I'm something to chase the taste of this tequila

(uhh, yeah, you guys got meals? can you put some barbecue
sauce... I honey bun. change 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 pretty voice. yo girl,
yu get off work?)

90 east towards Chicago, on my way to
I won't ever let em catch me, and I ever make em happy
watch your wives and your daughters when I'm through the
hometown, castin lines into the water, 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 pool, just for fun
my peace
I need release, and I don't I'm a find it in between your legs
yo, I'm just jokin, going to the corner to get some eggs
so when she starts makin the coffee I toss my 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 than bust my ass and pay the rent
but I'm eager to pay my dues, and I'd be glad to pay the
and I've to sing the blues ever since the day I broke loose
like a blindfolded child walking through the toy store
voice, not even aware that the is my oyster

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