Luyện nghe bài hát Piss On Your Grave

(Chorus)
Uhhhh!!
I wanna on your grave!
me feel alright!
Yaa Yaa Yaa!!
(Repeat)

While you was
T-bone
in estates,
with gates that automate
so you hate could only spectate,
I was my mate
through grates
while the wait,
50 cent rate for making plates.
My pen shakes
vibrates 808 quakes
breaks
dug outta
that sag weight
of the plates...
girls till they back ache
and breasts con't lactate
laughin' to the bank
smilin', showin' all your plaque
contesting, 1,2,3
never shoulda put in the penitentiary
Boots The Coup would like to say
I'll shove these foodstamps down throat
just to block your
and the fair way ''cause everyday
you're on a mission
killin' millions 'til you low on ammunition
bodies beyond
complex positions
then their kids work in factories
and die of
see your net stats
some murderous facts
but if you to the news you mighta
it was blacks
you got us herded in
I got the tax
how 'bout the one for I bust my ass
and you
I'll hit your wit an axe
play soccer your brain
to it official
slice your jugular
writin' songs that my momma could sang
and if you feel some yellow drips on skull
it rain.

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That bitch ass on the of a buck
never gave a
he his black women slaves
to give him sucks
and he bust a nut
he'd and cackle
let the leather crackle
send 'em back to pick

wouldn't 'em nil
so his homies stacked
fought on and hill
to keep the british out the till,
kept dumpin' 'em in ditches
so owning son of a bitches
could keep their
which is how the war got
with two of juice
Black slaves bodies
and the profits produced
you could
that these men win
fit in
and make then
for rich white men
so they fightin'
and up a declaration
decoration
for their business
a pimpin' nation, no freedom - just savage
now the world's ravaged
their hunger for the cabbage
Your period history teacher
tellin' lies a tweeker
bump this song the speaker
watch they face get
'less they righteous and kickin' the facts
they smile 'cause this shit is on wax
one thing I to ask
George Washington in hell can you see me?
I'm standin' on grave
and I'm take a pee-pee!

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

(Chorus)
Knock muthafucka, yes once again
make you pay for your sins
in the trunk o' Benz
see youse an always
always
parasitic
cain't be burned off my
wit' no speech
your is soft as a peach
'cause you never did work
rich ever since
your daddy's dick went
you ever hurt from your back?
ducked from
seen mama on crack?
lived in a
drank similac
so you could protein?
(just for energy
to hustle up mo' green?)
I could paint some mo'
on the obscene
but I'd rather up at your palace
with a mob
I to my accountant
who to my attorney
who counseled my advisor
on a
it's about fifty
and that's almost a sale
'cause it costs too damn
to let your rich ass
true liberation ain't no in the head
I'm yellin' murder 'em
for some fish, and bread
you pay me 10 g's a year,
I pay you million hun'ed???
Sorry, you ain't in the budget...

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