Luyện nghe bài hát Piss On Your Grave

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

While you was
T-bone
in estates,
ornate with that automate
so those you hate could spectate,
I was kissing my
through grates
while the wait,
50 cent rate for license plates.
My pen shakes
vibrates from 808
over
dug crates
that sag from
of the plates...
girls till they back ache
and breasts con't lactate
laughin' to the bank
smilin', showin' all your flakes
contesting, 1,2,3
shoulda been put in the penitentiary
Boots from The would like to say
I'll shove these foodstamps your throat
to block your airway
and that's the fair way ''cause
you're on a mission
killin' millions 'til you low on ammunition
bodies beyond
twisted complex
then their kids work in factories
and die of
see your net stats
some murderous facts
but if you listen to the you mighta
heard it was
you got us in shacks
I got the tax
how 'bout the one for I bust my ass
and you
I'll hit head wit an axe
play wit' your brain
to it official
slice your jugular
still writin' songs that my could sang
and if you feel some drips on your skull
it rain.

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That ass on the front of a buck
gave a fuck
he forced his black women
to give him dick
and he bust a nut
laugh and cackle
let the leather crackle
send 'em to pick tobacco

wouldn't 'em nil
so his stacked bills
fought on and hill
to keep the out the till, scrill
kept dumpin' 'em in ditches
so owning son of a bitches
keep their riches
which is how the war got
with two of juice
from Black slaves
and the profits they
you could
that men might win
fit in
and make then
just for rich men
so they fightin'
and wrote up a
protective
for their operations
a gorilla pimpin' nation, no - just savage
now the whole world's
from their for the cabbage
Your fifth period history
lies like a tweeker
bump this song the speaker
they face get weaker
'less they and they kickin' the facts
they gon' smile 'cause shit is on wax
one thing I to ask
George Washington down in can you see me?
I'm standin' on your
and I'm take a pee-pee!

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

(Chorus)
Knock knock muthafucka, yes once
I'll you pay for your sins
in the o' your Benz
see an always fitted
acquitted
parasitic
cain't be off my back
no fiery speech
your is soft as a peach
you ain't never did work
been rich since
your daddy's went squirt
have you ever hurt your back?
ducked from
seen mama on crack?
in a pontiac?
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
with a mob
I spoke to my
who spoke to my
who my financial advisor
on a
it's fifty dollars
and that's almost like a
'cause it too damn much
to let your rich ass
liberation ain't no word in the head
I'm murder 'em dead
for fish, steak 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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