Luyện nghe bài hát Piss On Your Grave

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

While you was
steaks
in estates,
ornate with gates that
so those you hate could spectate,
I was my mate
through grates
the guards wait,
50 cent for making license plates.
My papermate pen
vibrates from 808
breaks
dug crates
that sag from
of the plates...
girls work till they ache
and their breasts lactate
you're laughin' to the
smilin', showin' all plaque flakes
contesting, 1,2,3
never shoulda put in the penitentiary
Boots from The Coup would to say
I'll shove these foodstamps your throat
just to your airway
and that's the fair way everyday
you're on a mission
killin' millions 'til you low on ammunition
bodies beyond
complex positions
then their kids in your factories
and die of
see your net stats
hold murderous facts
but if you listen to the news you
heard it was
you got us in shacks
I got the tax
how 'bout the one for when I my ass
and you
I'll hit your wit an axe
play wit' your brain
to make it
your jugular vein
still writin' songs that my could sang
and if you feel some yellow drips on your
it rain.

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That ass on the front of a buck
gave a fuck
he forced his black slaves
to him dick sucks
and he bust a nut
he'd laugh and
let the leather whip
send 'em to pick tobacco

wouldn't 'em nil
so his homies stacked
on flatland and hill
to keep the british out the till,
kept dumpin' 'em in ditches
so slave owning son of a
keep their riches
which is how the war got
with two centuries of
Black slaves bodies
and the profits produced
you deduce
that men might win
fit in
and make then
just for white men
so they fightin'
and up a declaration
protective
for their operations
a gorilla pimpin' nation, no freedom - just
now the whole world's
from hunger for the cabbage
Your fifth period history
tellin' lies like a
bump song through the speaker
watch they face get
'less they righteous and they kickin' the
gon' smile 'cause this shit is on wax
one thing I to ask
George down in hell can you see me?
I'm on your 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.
Tour guide: Well, anyway folks, on with the tour.
here at the Arlington National Cemetary.
Behind all of you, where the gentleman with the afro is standing,
is the grave of of America's and greatest hero, our first president --
Pants
Washington
Piss the ground
Ohh, uh-uhhhh.
click

(Chorus)
Knock muthafucka, yes once again
I'll make you pay for your
in the trunk o' your
see youse an always
acquitted
parasitic
cain't be off my back
no fiery speech
your hands is soft as a
'cause you ain't did work
been rich since
your daddy's dick went
have you ever hurt from back?
ducked rat-a-tat-tats?
seen mama on crack?
in a pontiac?
drank baby
so you could have
(just for energy
to hustle up 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 to my attorney
who counseled my financial
on a
it's about fifty
and almost like a sale
'cause it too damn much
to let rich ass inhale
true liberation no word in the head
I'm murder 'em dead
for some fish, and bread
you pay me 10 g's a year,
I pay you fifteen hun'ed???
Sorry, you just in the budget...

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