Luyện nghe bài hát Killin Brain Cells

Kid rock that's you know I'm back ho
the dead where I had to lay low
Seems strange but I ain't changed
Pot smokin' beer drinkin' mother fucker me
In the flesh and I guess I'm the
In the muther fuckin midwest 'cause no contest
For the pimp in the of the nation
So fuck and a good education
All we need to is how to hold hands
Then we live in peace in my homeland
God the way my pain swells
I spend all my time killin' cells
The light on me was a dim gleam
So I live life in a of jim beam
Droppin' or sniffin' that blow black,
I go to sleep at night kojak
hoes 'cause I'm no big fag
Roll zig zags like to read skin mags
When I shoot I never
And if I played the bass I'd pluck it like this...
People wanna what I'm thinkin' but I don't care
So I keep my thoughts in a bottle of
Just a young buck
Got from the shelter but I really don't give a fuck
'cause I be clownin' suckers be frownin'
Forties of I be poundin'
I dead in the head like manson
I'm more laid back than muther fuckin' ted
Hanson brother style when I'm
Couple of shots of don q and I be
Fumblin' footballs in the pool halls
Out late with my crew stealin' u-hauls
I'm not havin' clean fun
I into the party strapped with a machine gun
But I'm no gangster gotti
"i'm just an m.c. to put the in the party"
in black plus a new track
And I quit till your ears blow from feedback
When I shoot I miss
And if I played the guitar I'd probably it like this...
So give it up bitch I'm the kid rock
And I know you don't wanna get shot
You gay you're too cliche
So fuck all hoes and yo chuck pass the jay
me out like bitches to make a quick buck
But muther fuckers like just have no luck
little plan was a flop
Tryin' to get em on by sellin out the kid
A part of me was you but yo he died,
And I'm you stepped off 'cause I ain't givin' no free rides
You little bald headed
And fuck it mother fucker if you it lets get the beef on
I'm sure I'm sure ya
Are gonna try to come back around but I'll ya
It only takes one shot to ya
I'm kid rock bitch and I'm real mutha for ya
Better jet so 'cause I won't let no hoes from the
mine "what up doe"
Come son I'm number one...
"'cause I worked like a to get the job done"
In the twilight with rod serling
I ain't goin' bald so sy sperling
I shoot I never miss
And if I played the harmonica I'd blow it like this...