Luyện nghe bài hát Piss On Your Grave

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

While you was
T-bone
in estates,
ornate with gates that
so those you hate only spectate,
I was my mate
through grates
the guards wait,
50 cent rate for license plates.
My pen shakes
from 808 quakes
over
dug outta
that sag from
of the plates...
work 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 The Coup would like to say
I'll these foodstamps down your throat
just to block airway
and that's the fair way ''cause
on a moola mission
military killin' 'til you low on ammunition
beyond recognition
twisted complex
then their kids work in factories
and die of
see net profit stats
hold some murderous
but if you listen to the news you
it was blacks
you got us in shacks
I got the tax
how 'bout the one for when I my ass
and you
I'll hit head wit an axe
soccer wit' your brain
to make it
slice jugular vein
still 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 front of a
never gave a
he forced his black women
to him dick sucks
and he bust a nut
laugh and cackle
let the leather whip
send 'em back to tobacco

wouldn't 'em nil
so his homies bills
fought on and hill
to keep the british out the till,
kept Washington dumpin' 'em in
so slave son of a bitches
keep their riches
which is how the war got
with two of juice
from slaves bodies
and the profits produced
you could
that these men win
fit in
and rights then
just for rich men
so quit fightin'
and up a declaration
protective
for their operations
a gorilla pimpin' nation, no freedom - just
now the whole ravaged
from their hunger for the
Your fifth period teacher
tellin' lies a tweeker
this song through the speaker
watch they get weaker
'less they righteous and they the facts
they gon' smile 'cause this is on wax
one thing I to ask
George Washington in hell can you see me?
I'm standin' on grave
and I'm finsta a pee-pee!

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

(Chorus)
Knock muthafucka, yes once again
I'll you pay for your sins
in the o' your Benz
see an always fitted
acquitted
parasitic
be burned off my back
wit' no speech
your hands is as a peach
you ain't never did work
been rich since
your dick went squirt
have you ever hurt from your
from rat-a-tat-tats?
seen your on crack?
lived in a
drank similac
so you have protein?
(just for enough
to hustle up mo' green?)
I could paint some mo'
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 about dollars
and that's almost like a
'cause it costs too much
to let your ass inhale
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 fifteen million
Sorry, you just in the budget...

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