Luyện nghe bài hát Identity Theft

Because I'm of maturity, airport insecurity
Runnin' from the thought police, fightin' with the
up, let me steal a breath
'Cause we're dealin' identity theft

(You an education)
I see why I got to
(You a good degree)
As to

So little time, so to be bored by
If no one trod along Harvard lawn, no one'd a nuclear bomb
They teach you how to care, empathisin' if you dare
Euthanize your sense of play, better to obey

No child is free, oh why, it's to see
Is that an elementary or a
Huh, geez, get off my back, beat it, it to town man
Idiots go to college to get down

Ooh, it leaves you
Ooh, identity
I may be wrong, I don't why
I may be wrong, but try

Because I'm sick of the insanity, horny manatee
Feelin' like a libertine, dealin' the death machine
Hold 'em up, it's a arrest
And we're dealin' identity theft

(You a publication)
I see why I got to
(You need a release)
As to

profiteers, pornotastic pioneers
Bonbonbastic puppeteers, get from me
How can you write we read, that ain't my reality
You disabuse humanity, humility and

Oh, you guess you got an
Hiding hedge from the Feds
down the little veg
(Ignorance is a right, not a privilege)

I'm finished, and had it
And you fucks are at it
As far as I'm
Pluto's a planet

Ooh, you die a quick
Ooh, identity
I may be wrong, I know why
I may be but I'll try

Because I'm sick of all the sabotage, where's my entourage?
Lookin' for some kind of closure, all I'm is Ray Bolger
Hold up, hell yeah, I'll
'Cause dealin' with identity theft

(You an occupation)
I see why I got to
(You a boss to please)
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, late

yak, don't look whack, Nellie, you're a heart attack
Murder, murder, on the wall, who's the butchest one of
(Where'd you get that dress, a flea market?)
Oops, I forgot, you for Target
Shun violence and religion, don't ever with nuns

But I punched a man on just to watch him cry
Every guy I went to try said I fight him but I think why
Bent unhinged and singed, I cringe to watch the main
But in the end there's no like revenge

Ooh, it you bereft
Ooh, theft
I may be wrong, I don't why
I may be wrong but try

I'm tired of hypocrisy, is it them or is it me?
If Jesus is left in ruin, Satan, buddy, how you doin'?
'em up, it's a street arrest
And we're with identity theft

Because I'm tired of sweet and nice
Fuck you and fuck you twice
your passport, get that stamp funny like a Nazi camp
Hold 'em up, hell yeah, confess
'Cause we're dealin' identity theft