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
With a drip, drip, it's blood on the strip
Three bodies in the trunk of the whip
Hear the saw, saw, saw right below jaw
You see your own head roll off the table and
See the puck, puck, flamin arrows in your truck
And one in lung stuck, you fucked outta luck

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

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

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

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

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

Play my song, something i can lean on
Watcha tryin to hear, something about murder, i got
Play my song, something 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,