Luyện nghe bài hát Out The Way

Undead!
Undead!
Undead!
Undead!
Undead!

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

Now I see mother
Fucking writing on the
When you see, J-3-T, 30 is down to brawl,
all haters I see,
Cause I 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,
know who we are.

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

From industry fucks,
To faggot ass punks,
You know what it takes,
To get mother fucking drunk.

I'm loud maybe,
Its a too late,
Johnnys heads off,
of all the who hate,
Cause I am god fucker
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 don't a
Fuck what you and say,
we are gonna rock
This place anyway.
(Undead!)

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

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

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

What? You see the
in the verses I spit?
What? You think I got lucky
And didn't work for shit?
Bitch. been working at
ever since I was a kid,
I a million empty shows
To family and friends.

kind of person can
dis a that deserves to get big?
I hate to be that when
My comes out of the kid's lips.

shits as worse as it gets.
This is over, I quit.
Signed Charlie
On girlfriend's tits.

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

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

White boys tattoos,
We are pointing at you,
We are everything,
like a classroom, panic rules,
Cause we follow the rules,
And when running your mouth,

Our razor come out,
Because its nothing in my
Except my dick and I spit,
So my is in my hand when
I to faggots 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,
With DMS,
to my left,
Got and the rest,
Who are down at the west,
A grew up by drive-by's and LA gang

So what the do you
about being a gangsta?
What the do you know
About being in
You doing this,
So you know your just shit.
Mad at all the boys
Every is a fucking hit.

(Undead!)
You get up out the way,
Tomorrow will so lets fight today,
And no, I don't a
what you think and say,
Cause we are gonna
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!)

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