Luyện nghe bài hát Killin Brain Cells

Kid rock right you know I'm back ho
the dead where I had to lay low
Seems strange but I changed nothing
Pot smokin' beer drinkin' mother that's me
In the flesh and I I'm the best
In the fuckin midwest 'cause there's no contest
For the in the pimp of the nation
So fuck college and a education
All we need to is how to hold hands
Then we could live in in my homeland
God damn the way my pain
I spend all my time brain cells
The shed on me was a dim gleam
So I live life in a bottle of jim
Droppin' dots or sniffin' blow black,
I go to sleep at night kojak
hoes 'cause I'm no big fag
Roll with zig zags to read skin mags
When I I never miss
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 of cuervo
Just a young buck
Got banned from the shelter but I really don't give a
'cause I still be clownin' be frownin'
Forties of I be poundin'
I ain't dead in the head manson
I'm more laid back muther fuckin' ted danson
Hanson brother when I'm rumblin'
of shots of don q and I be stumblin'
Fumblin' footballs in the pool halls
Out late night with my crew stealin'
I'm not into havin' fun
I into the party strapped with a machine gun
But I'm no like gotti
"i'm an m.c. to put the boogie in the party"
Back in plus a new track
And I won't quit till your ears blow feedback
When I I never miss
And if I played the guitar I'd probably strum it this...
So it up bitch 'cause I'm the kid rock
And today I you don't wanna get shot
You gay you're too cliche
So all y'all hoes and yo chuck pass the jay
Sellin' me out bitches to make a quick buck
But muther like y'all just have no luck
Your plan was a flop
Tryin' to get em on by out the kid rock
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 headed peon
And fuck it mother fucker if you want it lets get the on
'cause I'm sure I'm ya
Are gonna try to come back around but 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 let no hoes from the metro
Take "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 goin' bald so fuck sy sperling
When I shoot I miss
And if I played the harmonica I'd blow it like this...