Luyện nghe bài hát Identity Theft

Because I'm tired of maturity, insecurity
Runnin' from the thought police, fightin' the go-betweens
Hold up, let me steal a
'Cause we're dealin' with identity

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

So little time, so to be bored by
If no one trod along Harvard lawn, no one'd make a bomb
They don't teach you how to care, if you dare
Euthanize your of fair 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, take it to man
Idiots go to to get dumbed down

Ooh, it leaves you
Ooh, identity
I may be wrong, I know why
I may be wrong, but try

Because I'm sick of the insanity, watchin' manatee
Feelin' a libertine, dealin' with the death machine
Hold 'em up, it's a street
And we're dealin' with identity

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

profiteers, pornotastic pioneers
Bonbonbastic puppeteers, get from me
How can you write what we read, that my reality
You humanity, humility and fealty

Oh, you you got an edge
your hedge from the Feds
Puttin' the little veg
(Ignorance is a right, not a privilege)

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

Ooh, you die a quick
Ooh, theft
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 female
Lookin' for some kind of closure, all I'm findin' is Ray
Hold up, hell yeah, confess
'Cause dealin' with identity theft

(You an occupation)
I see why I got to
(You need a to please)
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, you're

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

But I punched a man on Broadway to watch him cry
Every guy I went to try I fight him but I can't think why
unhinged and singed, I cringe to watch the main event
But in the end no success like revenge

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

Because I'm tired of hypocrisy, is it 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 bein' and nice
Fuck you once and you twice
Show passport, get that stamp funny like a Nazi camp
Hold 'em up, hell yeah, I'll
'Cause we're dealin' with theft