Luyện nghe bài hát I Want My Sh*T

It was March, April
Libra, fuckin'

Taurus, in 1775
I'm like 300 and somethin' but I'm still
I used to hang with the Billy the Kid
You probably think I'm playin' but, I did

My daddy's were a 2 headed show
Mamma a fortune teller, Ezmerella
Anyway had sex on a Ouija board
And I was the next day, Violent J

When I was 14, I tripped on the track
And I was crushed right on the steel rack
I'm out cold, they it'd fuck me up
I got up and my butt, and I'm like, "What?"

Everybody tripped and called me the Devil Boy'
'Child of the heifer', whatever
me up, burned me and threw stones
Had a few scrapes and cuts, Smokey

After that they started bowin' and
to me, you know how them primitives get
I said "Get off my I ain't a savior"
I'm ya call a juggalo, and all I want is my flava

Four things in this bitch before I die
I wanna rusty axe, I wanna know
A fat bitch named and a little sip of Faygo too
'Til I get my shit, in this mothafucka I will die

So anyway, fifty years passed, all my homies are old ass
I ain't got hair on my nuts
I left the in the search of my ends
I wrestled alligators, Terminators

ever killed me, nothin' could harm me
I fought in the Civil War, Yankee's
I walked enemy lines with a Mac ten
Man they didn't even have that shit then

How you just gonna come in my and fuck it up?
Well at least make this shit real man damn
I walked across enemy with a, lantern
Steady takin' cannon balls to the

The war ended, I the country horse back
Until fool tried to horsejack
He put his gat to my head and my face up
It didn't even the makeup

I took his gun and put a divit in his
The didn't like it, I got indicted
Eighty-seven long in the state pen
Until they finally forgot why put me in

They had to let me go, can't hold me on
On way out they like
"Yo you like a hundred and somethin'?"
I said, "That's

And I ain't die till I get my shit, mothafucka"
I want a rusty axe, I wanna know
A fat bitch named Bridget just a sip or two
'Til I get my shit in this mothafucka I never die

Yeah, I slept under bridges, in the valleys
I climbed up mountains, searched the
More passed and I still ain't died
Now I'm in Detroit on the Southwest

Well, my has an Impala blue '67
Last we hit the road pushin' one eleven
I stuck my head out the window told 'em it the most
And let my nugget ping off a post

Hell yeah cuz, hurts a bit
But ya get a straight buzz
The world hates me 'cause of shit like
They try and kill me but, miss

I know it's odd 'cause my face is painted
When I was born the ass doctor fainted
My tongues a little long I choke people it
Looks nasty, but chicks dig it

And I ya my neck can stretch for miles
I sorta look like from the X-Files
People wanna see me die more a little bit
But I'm a juggalo, and as a juggalo I my shit

And I gonna die till I get it
I a rusty axe, I wanna know voodoo
A fat bitch named Bridget, I said "Faygo" Mountain Dew
I get my shit in this mothafucka I will never die, die, die