Luyện nghe bài hát Play My Song

We hit the ace, ace and we giving chase
Wicked got more than some pie for your face
a drip, drip, drip it's blood on the strip
Three disassembled bodies in the trunk of the
Hear the saw, saw, saw right your jaw
You see own head roll off the table and fall
See the puck, puck, puck flamin arrows in your
And one in your lung stuck, you fucked luck

Play my song, gimme something i can on
Watcha tryin to hear, something about murder, i got
Play my song, gimme i can lean on
Watcha tryin to hear, something murder, i got that
Bloody, bloody,
my song, bloody, bloody, bloody
Whatcha tryin to hear, bloody, bloody,

Here come the hack, hack, hack knives in back
Blood down your spine, all in ass crack
With a swing, swing, swing your throat's
The three i made are fine as g-strings
the pat, pat, pat from behind with a bat
And splatter every crack till your whole head
Beat the jab, jab, jab i'll punch you in your
Drag you to the butcher and chop you into slabs

Play my song, gimme i can lean on
tryin to hear, something about murder, i got that
Play my song, gimme something i can on
Watcha to hear, something about murder, i got that
Bloody, bloody,
my song, bloody, bloody, bloody
Whatcha tryin to hear, bloody, bloody,

(murder... death... war...)

Everyone of us have murder and death
To remind ourselves that we still our breath
it's tasteful of disgraceful
Shit, as long as everybody get's a face
Someo f us for the coppers, others root for the killin
But everybody needs murderous thrillins
Trace it back to when was swinging from a tree
Murder is we talkin about, and always will be

Play my song, gimme something i can on
Watcha to hear, something about murder, i got that
my song, gimme something i can lean on
Watcha to hear, something about murder, i got that
Bloody, bloody,
Play my song, bloody, bloody,
Whatcha to hear, bloody, bloody, bloody