Luyện nghe bài hát People You Know

please!
Please write a that's made for me,
appeals to people listening to this cd.
I got a wish, I got a wish,
That all of this was special.
I a drink, I need a pill,
No wait, I was over two sober.
But this guy, he said I was on drugs,
I should give some money to bitch.
Or I could just get a fucking job.

I am a prick, at me go.
I can get lucky playing shows, I'm a bitch.
Ima go get some new shit.
Oh man, I hurt,
they suck,
But just tell people, "I don't give a fuck about that shit."

Ain't fucking with me, man.
nobody fucking with me.

Rancid is the of my voice,
its drama across an orchestra of friendly faces,
Singing along with dying concern.
is the sound of my voice,
Croaking its across an orchestra of friendly faces,
along with their dying concern to my bullshit.

Where did our go?
I I know.
We've all fucking each other in bathrooms at parties.
Where did my go?
I it on blow,
You know I fucked all my homies' ho's.
did our morals go?
I them in Cabo,
My can pay for the abortion, you know.

Who has a
We hold out our hands in hope for a ride to successful endeavors.

The are the liars, the strong think too much.
I am too cynical to say I don't a fuck.
The are the liars, the strong think too much.
I am too to say I don't give a fuck.

I money,
I clothes.
I women,
I blow.
Something is fucking wrong.

Resting your head on your best sister's shoulder.
mother's job is to fuck all your neighbors,
Bodies to the beat of our shame.

did our honor go?
I I know.
We've all fucking each other in bathrooms at parties.
did my money go?
I it on blow,
You know I fucked all my homies' ho's.
did our morals go?
I left in Cabo,
My can pay for the abortion, you know.

Who has a
We hold out our hands in hope for a free to successful endeavors.

Give my regards to all you fucks,
Thorn in my side.

Loyalty.
Honesty.
Trust.
Respect.
Humility.
Sincerity.

We are all so of fucking shit.
We are all so of fucking shit.