Luyện nghe bài hát Out The Way

Undead!
Undead!
Undead!
Undead!
Undead!

(Undead!)
You get up out the way,
Tomorrow will so lets fight today,
And no, I give a
Fuck you think and say,
we are gonna rock
This place anyway.
(Undead!)

(Undead!)
You get up out the way,
Tomorrow will rise so lets today,
And no, I don't a
Fuck what you and say,
Cause we are rock
whole place anyway.
(Undead!)

Now I see that
writing on the wall
When you see, J-3-T, 30 Deep is to brawl,
Fuck all I see,
I hate that you breathe,

I see you duck, you punk,
You little disease,
I got H.U. on the front of my arm,
The Boulevard, knuckles
In the of the car,
Cause we drunk drive Cadillacs, we go far,
And when you see us fuckers,
Better who we are.

I got one to say
To punk who hate,
Mother who don't know,
You better watch you say.

From industry fucks,
To these ass punks,
You don't what it takes,
To get mother fucking drunk.

I'm already maybe,
Its a too late,
Johnnys taking off,
of all the who hate,
Cause I am god mother
And a price to pay,
Get out my gun, mother
And its day!

(Undead!)
You get up out the way,
Tomorrow will rise so fight today,
And no, I give a
Fuck you think and say,
Cause we are rock
This whole anyway.
(Undead!)

(Undead!)
You get up out the way,
will rise so lets fight today,
And no, I don't a
what you think and say,
Cause we are rock
This place anyway.
(Undead!)

I'm getting to this nuisance,
And all the who bad mouth this music,
How stupid and foolish
Of you to you can do this,
You cowards can't, you will,
Don't try to pursue it.
I the chance, I payed the bill,
I died for this music.

You make me run around,
my guns out and shit,
Your me to run my mouth,
And you out on this bitch,
How ignorant you be,
to any of this,
You need to slit wrist,
Get pissed and go off a bridge,

What? You see the
Sarcasm in the verses I
What? You think I got lucky
And didn't work for this
Bitch. I've been at
This since I was a kid,
I played a empty shows
To only and friends.

kind of person can
dis a band that deserves to get
I hate to be that person
My verse out of the kid's lips.

That as worse as it gets.
This is over, I quit.
Signed Charlie
On your tits.

(Undead!)
You get up out the way,
Tomorrow will rise so lets today,
And no, I give a
Fuck you think and say,
Cause we are gonna
This whole anyway.
(Undead!)

(Undead!)
You get up out the way,
Tomorrow will so lets fight today,
And no, I give a
what you think and say,
Cause we are gonna
This place anyway.
(Undead!)

White boys tattoos,
We are pointing at you,
We are everything,
R-rowdy a classroom, panic rules,
Cause we follow the rules,
And when you're running mouth,

Our blades come out,
its nothing in my mouth
Except my dick and I spit,
So my dick is in my hand
I respond to talking shit,
of fags,
Already rap the drag,
We him and then we
Stuffed his in the Cadillac.

Why you always
You I'm never stressing,
fucking DMS,
to my left,
Got and the rest,
Who are there at the west,
A grew up by drive-by's and LA signs

So what the do you
about being a gangsta?
What the fuck do you
About in danger?
You ain't this,
So you know just talking shit.
Mad at all the because
song is a fucking hit.

(Undead!)
You get up out the way,
Tomorrow will rise so lets today,
And no, I don't a
what you think and say,
Cause we are rock
This place anyway.
(Undead!)

(Undead!)
You get up out the way,
Tomorrow will rise so lets today,
And no, I give a
Fuck what you and say,
Cause we are gonna
whole place anyway.
(Undead!)

Mother time to ride,
(Ride) (Undead!)
See you when we drive by,
(By) (Undead!)
Mother time to ride,
(Ride) (Undead!)
Watch you fucker's die,
(Die) (Undead!)