Luyện nghe bài hát Killin Brain Cells

Kid that's right you know I'm back ho
the dead where I had to lay low
Seems strange but I ain't nothing
Pot smokin' beer drinkin' mother fucker me
In the flesh and I guess I'm the
In the muther fuckin midwest there's no contest
For the pimp in the pimp of the
So college and a good education
All we need to learn is how to hold
Then we could live in peace in my
God damn the way my swells
I spend all my time killin' cells
The shed on me was a dim gleam
So I live life in a bottle of jim
Droppin' or sniffin' that blow black,
I go to at night watchin' kojak
Fuck 'cause I'm no big fag
Roll with zig like to read skin mags
When I I never miss
And if I the bass I'd probably pluck it like this...
People know what I'm thinkin' but I don't care
So I keep my thoughts in a of cuervo
Just a young buck
Got banned from the but I really don't give a fuck
'cause I still be clownin' suckers be
Forties of busch I be
I dead in the head like manson
I'm more laid back muther fuckin' ted danson
brother style when I'm rumblin'
Couple of shots of don q and I be
Fumblin' hangin' in the pool halls
Out late night with my crew 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"
Back in black a new track
And I won't till your ears blow from feedback
When I shoot I miss
And if I played the guitar I'd probably it like this...
So it up bitch 'cause I'm the kid rock
And today I you don't wanna get shot
You look gay you're too
So fuck all y'all hoes and yo chuck the jay
Sellin' me out like to make a quick buck
But muther fuckers like y'all have no luck
Your little plan was a
Tryin' to get em on by sellin out the kid
A of me was with you but yo he died,
And I'm glad you stepped off 'cause I givin' no free rides
You little bald headed
And fuck it mother fucker if you want it lets get the on
I'm sure I'm sure ya
Are gonna try to come around but I'll ignore ya
It only takes one to floor ya
'cause I'm kid rock bitch and I'm 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 like a bitch to get the job done"
In the twilight with rod serling
I ain't goin' bald so fuck sy
When I shoot I miss
And if I played the harmonica I'd blow it like this...