Luyện nghe bài hát No. 11

So we got far and you're still wonderin'
Why we do shit in our own way
(Why? Why?)

First round knock out, get da out
Why can't ya understand the way we're all day?
(Die, die)

Call us strange, us strait jackets
10 ton chains won't keep us away from we believe so leave
Suspension on our playground is you get
And our rage is what you will

Twinkle, twinkle lil' star, oh, I wonder you are
You can't tell me nothing but I can tell you
I can tell you
(But you get it)

But you get it
But you get it
But you get it
But you get it

Yeah, what's your Tell me buddy
Does it good to get fucked by everybody?
No doe for da brain ticket, it's so dumb, my
again, Mr.Wicked

Second round knock out, stay da out
You won't understand da way actin' all day
(You get it)
All this bullshit makes me sick, to all ya punks, my dick
(You get it)

Twinkle, twinkle, little girl, a black stain in ya world
All ya envy reach and all this bullshit cannot teach me
Cannot me

Twinkle, twinkle, little girl a stain in your intact world
All ya envious thoughts can teach me

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