Luyện nghe bài hát Killin Brain Cells

Kid rock that's right you know I'm ho
From the dead I had to lay low
Seems strange but I ain't nothing
Pot smokin' beer drinkin' fucker that's me
In the flesh and I guess I'm the
In the muther midwest 'cause there's no contest
For the in the pimp of the nation
So fuck college and a education
All we need to learn is how to hands
Then we live in peace in my homeland
God the way my pain swells
I spend all my time killin' cells
The shed on me was a dim gleam
So I live in a bottle of jim beam
dots or sniffin' that blow black,
I go to sleep at night kojak
hoes 'cause I'm no big fag
Roll with zig zags like to skin mags
When I I never miss
And if I played the bass I'd probably it like this...
People wanna know what I'm thinkin' but I care
So I my thoughts in a bottle of cuervo
Just a young buck
Got from the shelter but I really don't give a fuck
'cause I still be clownin' suckers be
Forties of busch I be
I ain't dead in the head like
I'm more laid back than muther fuckin' ted
Hanson style when I'm rumblin'
Couple of of don q and I be stumblin'
footballs hangin' in the pool halls
Out late night with my crew u-hauls
I'm not into havin' fun
I step 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 won't quit till your ears blow from
When I shoot I never
And if I played the guitar I'd strum it like this...
So it up bitch 'cause I'm the kid rock
And today I know you don't wanna get
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 just have no
little plan was a flop
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 bald headed peon
And fuck it mother fucker if you it lets get the beef on
'cause I'm I'm sure ya
Are gonna try to come around but I'll ignore ya
It only takes one shot to ya
'cause I'm kid rock and I'm real mutha for ya
Better jet so 'cause I let no hoes from the metro
Take "what up doe"
look son I'm number one...
"'cause I worked a bitch to get the job done"
In the twilight with rod serling
I goin' bald so fuck sy sperling
When I I never miss
And if I played the harmonica I'd blow it like this...