Luyện nghe bài hát Out The Way

Undead!
Undead!
Undead!
Undead!
Undead!

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

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

I see you duck, you punk,
You fucking disease,
I got H.U. on the front of my arm,
The Boulevard, brass
In the of the car,
Cause we drunk Cadillacs, we never go far,
And when you see us fuckers,
Better who we are.

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

From these fucks,
To these ass punks,
You know what it takes,
To get this mother drunk.

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

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

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

You me wanna 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,

You can't see the
Sarcasm in the I spit?
What? You think I just got
And didn't for this shit?
Bitch. I've working at
This ever I was a kid,
I played a million shows
To only and friends.

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

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

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

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

White with tattoos,
We are pointing at you,
We are everything,
R-rowdy like a classroom, rules,
Cause we don't the rules,
And when running your mouth,

Our razor come out,
its nothing in my mouth
Except my and what I spit,
So my dick is in my hand
I respond to talking shit,
of fags,
Already rap the drag,
We killed him and 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 down at the west,
A grew up by and LA gang signs

So the fuck do you
about being a gangsta?
What the do you know
About being in
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 fight today,
And no, I don't a
Fuck you think and say,
we are gonna rock
This place anyway.
(Undead!)

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

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