Luyện nghe bài hát Piss On Your Grave

(Chorus)
Uhhhh!!
I piss on your grave!
make me alright!
Yaa Yaa Yaa!!
(Repeat)

While you was
steaks
in estates,
ornate with that automate
so you hate could only spectate,
I was my mate
through grates
while the wait,
50 cent for making license plates.
My papermate pen
vibrates from 808
breaks
dug crates
sag from weight
of the plates...
girls till they back ache
and their breasts lactate
laughin' to the bank
smilin', showin' all your flakes
contesting, 1,2,3
never shoulda put in the penitentiary
from The Coup would like to say
I'll shove these foodstamps down throat
to block your airway
and the fair way ''cause everyday
you're on a moola
killin' millions 'til you low on ammunition
bodies beyond
twisted complex
then their work in your factories
and die of
see net profit stats
some murderous facts
but if you listen to the news you
it was blacks
you got us herded in
I got the tax
how 'bout the one for when I my ass
and you
I'll hit head wit an axe
play soccer wit' your
to it official
slice your vein
still writin' songs that my momma sang
and if you some yellow drips on your skull
it rain.

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That bitch ass on the of a buck
gave a fuck
he forced his women slaves
to give him dick
and when he a nut
laugh and cackle
let the whip crackle
send 'em back to tobacco

wouldn't 'em nil
so his homies stacked
on flatland and hill
to the british out the till, scrill
kept Washington dumpin' 'em in
so slave son of a bitches
could keep their
is how the war got funded
with two of juice
from Black slaves
and the they produced
you could
these men might win
fit in
and make rights
for rich white men
so they quit
and up a declaration
decoration
for business operations
a pimpin' nation, no freedom - just savage
now the whole world's
from their for the cabbage
Your fifth period teacher
tellin' lies like a
bump song through the speaker
they face get weaker
'less they righteous and they kickin' the
gon' smile 'cause this shit is on wax
one I gots to ask
Washington down in hell can you see me?
I'm standin' on your
and I'm finsta a pee-pee!

Tour guide: me sir, did you say you have to pee?
Nah, I said I love it here in D.C.
Tour Well, anyway folks, continuing on with the tour.
We're at the Arlington National Cemetary.
Behind all of you, right where the gentleman the afro is standing,
is the grave of of America's first and greatest hero, our president --
Pants
Washington
Piss the ground
Ohh, uh-uhhhh.
Cameras

(Chorus)
Knock muthafucka, yes once again
make you pay for your sins
in the o' your Benz
see youse an fitted
always
leech
cain't be burned off my
no fiery speech
your hands is as a peach
'cause you ain't never did
been ever since
your daddy's dick squirt
have you ever from your back?
ducked from
seen your on crack?
lived in a
drank similac
so you have protein?
(just for energy
to up some mo' green?)
I could some mo' scenes
vergin' on the
but I'd rather up at your palace
a mob scene
I spoke to my
who spoke to my
who counseled my financial
on a
it's fifty dollars
and that's like a sale
'cause it costs too much
to let your rich ass
true liberation no word in the head
I'm yellin' 'em dead
for fish, steak and bread
you pay me 10 g's a year,
I pay you fifteen million
Sorry, you just in the budget...

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