Luyện nghe bài hát Piss On Your Grave

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

While you was
T-bone
in estates,
ornate with gates automate
so you hate could only spectate,
I was kissing my
through iron
while the wait,
50 cent rate for license plates.
My papermate pen
vibrates 808 quakes
over
dug outta
that sag weight
of the plates...
girls work till they ache
and their breasts lactate
you're to the bank
smilin', showin' all your plaque
contesting, 1,2,3
never been put in the penitentiary
Boots from The Coup like to say
I'll shove these down your throat
just to block airway
and the fair way ''cause everyday
you're on a moola
military killin' 'til you low on ammunition
bodies recognition
twisted complex
then kids work in your factories
and die of
see net profit stats
hold some facts
but if you to the news you mighta
it was blacks
you got us herded in
I got the tax
how the one for when I bust my ass
and you
I'll hit head wit an axe
play soccer your brain
to make it
slice jugular vein
still writin' that my momma could sang
and if you feel some yellow on your skull
it rain.

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That bitch ass on the of a buck
never gave a
he forced his black women
to give him sucks
and when he a nut
laugh and cackle
let the leather whip
'em back to pick tobacco

wouldn't 'em nil
so his homies stacked
fought on and hill
to the british out the till, scrill
kept Washington 'em in ditches
so slave son of a bitches
could keep their
is how the war got funded
with two centuries of
Black slaves bodies
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 business operations
a gorilla pimpin' nation, no freedom - just
now the whole world's
from their hunger for the
Your fifth period teacher
tellin' lies a tweeker
this song through the speaker
watch they get weaker
'less they righteous and they kickin' the
they gon' smile this shit is on wax
one I gots to ask
George Washington down in can you see me?
I'm standin' on grave
and I'm take a pee-pee!

Tour guide: me sir, did you say you have to pee?
Boots: Nah, I I love it here in D.C.
Tour Well, anyway folks, continuing on with the tour.
We're here at the Arlington Cemetary.
Behind all of you, right where the gentleman with the is standing,
is the grave of of America's first and 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 sins
in the o' your Benz
see an always fitted
acquitted
parasitic
cain't be burned off my
no fiery speech
your hands is as a peach
'cause you ain't did work
rich ever since
your daddy's dick squirt
have you hurt from your back?
from rat-a-tat-tats?
seen mama on crack?
in a pontiac?
drank baby
so you could have
(just for enough
to up some mo' green?)
I could paint some mo'
vergin' on the
but I'd rather up at your palace
a mob scene
I to my accountant
who spoke to my
who counseled my advisor
on a
it's fifty dollars
and that's like a sale
'cause it costs too much
to let your ass inhale
true 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 just in the budget...

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