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,
with gates that automate
so those you could only spectate,
I was kissing my
through grates
the guards wait,
50 cent rate for license plates.
My pen shakes
vibrates 808 quakes
breaks
dug outta
sag from weight
of the plates...
work till they back ache
and their con't lactate
laughin' to the bank
smilin', showin' all your flakes
contesting, 1,2,3
never shoulda put in the penitentiary
Boots The Coup would like to say
I'll shove these foodstamps down your
just to your airway
and that's the way ''cause everyday
you're on a moola
military millions 'til you low on ammunition
beyond recognition
twisted complex
then their work in your factories
and die of
see your net stats
hold murderous facts
but if you to the news you mighta
heard it was
you got us herded in
I got the tax
how 'bout the one for when I my ass
and you
hit your head wit an axe
play soccer wit' brain
to make it
slice your vein
writin' songs that my momma could sang
and if you some yellow drips on your skull
it rain.

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

wouldn't 'em nil
so his stacked bills
fought on flatland and
to the british out the till, scrill
kept dumpin' 'em in ditches
so owning son of a bitches
could keep their
is how the war got funded
with two centuries of
from Black slaves
and the profits they
you could
that men might win
fit in
and rights then
just for rich men
so quit fightin'
and wrote up a
protective
for their business
a gorilla pimpin' nation, no freedom - savage
now the whole ravaged
from their for the cabbage
fifth period history teacher
tellin' like a tweeker
this song through the speaker
watch face get weaker
'less they righteous and kickin' the facts
they gon' 'cause this shit is on wax
one I gots to ask
George down in hell can you see me?
I'm standin' on your
and I'm finsta a pee-pee!

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

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knock muthafucka, yes once again
I'll you pay for your sins
in the trunk o' Benz
see youse an fitted
acquitted
parasitic
cain't be burned off my
wit' no fiery
hands is soft as a peach
'cause you ain't never did
been ever since
daddy's dick went squirt
have you ever hurt from back?
ducked rat-a-tat-tats?
seen your mama on
in a pontiac?
drank similac
so you could have
(just for enough
to up some mo' green?)
I could some mo' scenes
vergin' on the
but I'd rather show up at palace
a mob scene
I spoke to my
who to my attorney
who counseled my financial
on a
about fifty dollars
and that's like a sale
'cause it costs too much
to let your ass inhale
liberation ain't no word in the head
I'm yellin' murder 'em
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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