Luyện nghe bài hát Out The Way

Undead!
Undead!
Undead!
Undead!
Undead!

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

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

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

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

From these fucks,
To these ass punks,
You don't know it takes,
To get this mother drunk.

I'm already maybe,
Its a too late,
Johnnys taking 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 so lets 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 will so lets fight today,
And no, I don't a
Fuck what you and say,
Cause we are rock
This place anyway.
(Undead!)

I'm used to this nuisance,
And all the who bad mouth this music,
How stupid and foolish
Of you to you can do this,
You can't, you never will,
Don't try to pursue it.
I took the chance, I the bill,
I nearly died for music.

You me wanna run around,
my guns out and shit,
Your me to run my mouth,
And you out on this bitch,
How you gotta be,
to any of this,
You need to your wrist,
Get and go jump off a bridge,

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

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

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

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

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

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

Why you pressing?
You know I'm 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 being in
You ain't this,
So you know your just shit.
Mad at all the because
Every is a fucking hit.

(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 gonna
whole place anyway.
(Undead!)

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