Luyện nghe bài hát Moronic

She's a with mouth full of bile
She's a lover, suckin' cock in the isle
It's like ten thousand dicks, when you're not gay
a Death Row contract, when you hate Dr. Dre

And I think she's moronic it's a real
she hits the airwaves with a pack of lies
That she in the third grade she's a head of lies
Thats you cant shake and each single makes me sicker

To her naked, I'm afraid to see
(Afraid to see)
I took my suitcase and broke her left
When I was at Burny-Grunmans my album
I had the chance to burn her and I wish that I had
I think that she's moronic
(Blah, blah, blah)

It's a pure pain she hits the airwaves
And I hope she dies and pour salt in her
She's a of lice that you just can't shake
And each makes me sicker

She has a funny way of processing her lower
Through a stereo chorus end
She has a funny, way of singing all of her bridges
the kibbde-kibbde-kibbde-kiddby count bass

Isn't she moronic, don't you
Never once melodic and I really do

And I think she's moronic it's a real
When she the airwaves with a pack of lies
That she wrote in the third grade she's a head of
That you just can't shake and each makes me sicker