Luyện nghe bài hát Piss On Your Grave

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

you was eatin'
T-bone
in estates,
ornate gates that automate
so those you hate could spectate,
I was kissing my
through grates
the guards wait,
50 cent for making license plates.
My pen shakes
vibrates from 808
breaks
dug outta
that sag from
of the plates...
girls work till they back
and their breasts con't
laughin' to the bank
smilin', showin' all your plaque
contesting, 1,2,3
never shoulda put in the penitentiary
from The Coup would like to say
I'll shove these foodstamps down your
to block your airway
and that's the way ''cause everyday
on a moola mission
military killin' 'til you low on ammunition
bodies recognition
twisted complex
their kids work in your factories
and die of
see your net stats
hold some 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 when I my ass
and you
I'll hit head wit an axe
play soccer wit' your
to make it
slice your vein
still songs that my momma could sang
and if you some yellow drips on your skull
it rain.

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That bitch ass on the of a buck
never a fuck
he forced his black slaves
to give him dick
and he bust a nut
he'd and cackle
let the leather whip
'em back 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
could keep riches
which is how the war got
with two of juice
from Black bodies
and the they produced
you could
these men might win
fit in
and rights then
just for white men
so they fightin'
and wrote up a
protective
for their operations
a pimpin' nation, no freedom - just savage
now the whole world's
their hunger for the cabbage
Your period history teacher
tellin' lies like a
bump song through the speaker
they face get weaker
'less they righteous and they kickin' the
they gon' smile 'cause 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 finsta a pee-pee!

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

(Chorus)
Knock knock muthafucka, yes again
make you pay for your sins
in the trunk o' Benz
see youse an fitted
always
parasitic
cain't be off my back
no fiery speech
your is soft as a peach
'cause you never did work
been ever since
your daddy's went squirt
have you ever hurt your back?
ducked from
your mama on crack?
lived in a
drank similac
so you could protein?
(just for energy
to hustle up mo' green?)
I could some mo' scenes
on the obscene
but I'd show up at your palace
with a mob
I to my accountant
who spoke to my
who counseled my advisor
on a
it's fifty dollars
and that's almost like a
'cause it costs too much
to let rich ass inhale
liberation ain't 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 ain't in the budget...

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