Luyện nghe bài hát Piss On Your Grave

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

While you was
T-bone
in estates,
ornate with that automate
so you hate could only spectate,
I was kissing my
iron grates
while the wait,
50 cent for making license plates.
My pen shakes
vibrates from 808
breaks
dug crates
sag from weight
of the plates...
girls work till back ache
and their breasts con't
you're laughin' to the
smilin', showin' all your flakes
contesting, 1,2,3
shoulda been put in the penitentiary
Boots The Coup would like to say
shove these foodstamps down your throat
just to your airway
and that's the fair way everyday
on a moola mission
military killin' millions you low on ammunition
bodies beyond
complex positions
then kids work in your factories
and die of
see your net stats
some murderous 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 I bust my ass
and you
hit your head wit an axe
play soccer your brain
to make it
your jugular vein
still writin' songs that my momma sang
and if you feel yellow drips on your skull
it rain.

(Chorus)
bitch ass on the front of a buck
never a fuck
he forced his black slaves
to give him sucks
and when he a nut
he'd and cackle
let the whip crackle
send 'em back to pick

wouldn't 'em nil
so his homies stacked
fought on and hill
to keep the out the till, scrill
kept Washington 'em in ditches
so owning son of a bitches
could keep riches
is how the war got funded
with two centuries of
Black 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 business
a gorilla pimpin' nation, no - just savage
now the whole ravaged
from hunger for the cabbage
Your fifth history teacher
tellin' lies like a
bump song through the speaker
watch face get weaker
they righteous and they kickin' the facts
they gon' smile 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!

Tour guide: me sir, did you say you have to pee?
Nah, I said I love it here in D.C.
Tour guide: Well, anyway folks, continuing on 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 America's and greatest hero, our first president --
unzipping
George
Piss hitting the
Ohh, uh-uhhhh.
click

(Chorus)
Knock muthafucka, yes once again
I'll you pay for your sins
in the trunk o' Benz
see an always fitted
acquitted
parasitic
be burned off my back
wit' no fiery
your hands is as a peach
'cause you never did work
rich ever since
your dick went squirt
have you ever hurt your back?
ducked from
seen your mama on
in a pontiac?
drank baby
so you have protein?
(just for energy
to hustle up mo' green?)
I could paint some mo'
on the obscene
but I'd rather show up at your
with a mob
I spoke to my
who spoke to my
who counseled my financial
on a
it's about fifty
and that's like a sale
it costs too damn much
to let your 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 ain't in the budget...

(Chorus)