Luyện nghe bài hát Raleigh Solioquy Pt. Ii

Raleigh: You went for line drawings and you up you fuckin' idiot.
You yourself you mother fuckin' stupid cock suckers,

you studied your Holy Homework. That's two capital H's there, all
the rest are case in any fuckin' case. Supreem Court, you are not
the fucking Supreem Court of anything, Hell! For the next ten
thousand years you shovel your shit and eat it, because your on
repeate mother fucker. It just backwards and you can't do a
fuckin' thing about it. The public are take back every fuckin'
thing that you took away from you mother fucker.
Security Raleigh.
Yes.
Guard: is the deal.
Raleigh: Yes, is the deal?
Guard: You either it down right now...
Raleigh: Or gonna fuckin die!
Guard: ...your here.
Raleigh: Oh, your gonna put me out? Well I ain't mother
fucker. Now what are you gonna do, what are you gonna do to this
Eh?
Guard: Your go to the psyke ward.
Well good, that's where I wanna go.
Guard: Yea, your gonna be right there. So you cool it down.
You
cool it down right now, I don't want to hear anything else out of
this room or you are gonna go to the ward. This is your last
oppertunity.
Yea, OK, get it. Let's go.
Guard: your fuckin' mouth.
Alright.
Guard: And don't make anymore in the house. Otherwise you'r

to the ward.
Well, thats exactly what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna go to the

ward and so I'm gonna shoot my mouth off, so get out of here.
Your cutting my commercial.
You understand?
Raleigh: I'm a fuckin' comercial, I'm a businessman! Get out of
here! trying to get in on this fuckin' thing, you ain't no star
asshole, your just a fuckin' boy.
Guard: Your the craziest son of a I ever...
Exactly...I'm an American!
Guard: This is the last Raleigh.
Good, Shut Up!
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Guard: Anymore out of you and your going to the ward.
See, you lie. You don't eat your feedback.
Guard: You to understand that, as long as you understand that,

the Raleigh.
Raleigh:Whoever comes in this fuckin' room, I'm fuckin' kill em!
That's I gonna do.
Oh are ya? I'm in your room Raleigh.
Raleigh: Well come in aginst...this is my room.
Guard: I'm in room, I'm in you room, I'm in your room.
Raleigh: Back out, back out, out. Words don't bother me man,

do.
Guard: do it, go for it dude.
Raleigh: Well if you at me your gonna fuckin' die!
Go for it.
Raleigh: I ain't going for nothing, you reach for me and I'm
gonna take arm off.
Guard: Come on. on!
Raleigh: I commin, you come.
Cool it Raleigh. You understand that? You got it? Either you
cool it or out of here, that's the only choice you have.
Try it.
Guard: Your dude.
Raleigh: Who's gonna it? Call the cops mutherfucker! Call the
cops.
Guard: You got witnesses now?
Raleigh: No witnesses, call the fucking cops! I'll the fuckin'

on you, you cocksucker, now.
Good.
Raleigh: 911 - Just that, and you will never get out of this.
Good. Come on.
Raleigh: I would an emergency call please, there's a psychopathic
trying to kill me in my fuckin' room, now get cops over here to
1-2-3-O-9 Ventura Street please. He is standing in my door, I him
to
get out of here, and he tells me gonna put me in the psyco-tank,
for
making my production here. Which is a science magazine! And

trying to scare me 'cause he thinks big, but he's just a big pile
of
shit! 'Cause I'll him all over the fickin' wall. I hope you
record all that. a pre-programming for the police department!
And
send 'em here, 'cause I'm about to kill him in two seconds. Now
get
'em over as fast as you can please. I hope your recording this.