Luyện nghe bài hát Piss On Your Grave

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

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

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

wouldn't 'em nil
so his homies bills
fought on and hill
to the british out the till, scrill
Washington dumpin' 'em in ditches
so owning son of a bitches
keep their riches
which is how the war got
with two centuries of
from slaves bodies
and the profits they
you deduce
these men might win
fit in
and make then
just for rich men
so they fightin'
and wrote up a
decoration
for business operations
a gorilla pimpin' nation, no freedom - savage
now the world's ravaged
from their hunger for the
Your period history teacher
tellin' lies a tweeker
bump this through the speaker
watch they face get
'less they righteous and they kickin' the
they gon' 'cause this shit is on wax
one thing I to ask
Washington down in hell can you see me?
I'm standin' on your
and I'm finsta a pee-pee!

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

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Knock muthafucka, yes once again
I'll make you pay for your
in the trunk o' Benz
see youse an fitted
acquitted
parasitic
cain't be off my back
wit' no speech
your is soft as a peach
'cause you never did work
been ever since
your daddy's dick squirt
have you ever from your back?
ducked rat-a-tat-tats?
seen your on crack?
in a pontiac?
drank similac
so you could protein?
(just for energy
to hustle up mo' green?)
I could paint mo' scenes
on the obscene
but I'd show up at your palace
a mob scene
I to my accountant
who to my attorney
who counseled my advisor
on a
it's about dollars
and almost like a sale
'cause it too damn much
to let your rich ass
true liberation ain't no in the head
I'm yellin' 'em dead
for some fish, steak and
you pay me 10 g's a year,
I pay you fifteen million
Sorry, you just in the budget...

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