Luyện nghe bài hát Raleigh Solioquy Pt. Ii

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

you never your Holy Homework. That's two capital H's there, all
the rest are lower case in any case. Supreem Court, you are not
the fucking Supreem Court of anything, except Hell! For the ten
thousand years you will your shit and eat it, because your on
repeate mother fucker. It just started and you can't do a
fuckin' thing about it. The public are gonna back every fuckin'
thing that you took away from you mother fucker.
Guard: Raleigh.
Yes.
Guard: is the deal.
Yes, what is the deal?
Guard: You cool it down right now...
Raleigh: Or your gonna die!
Guard: ...your here.
Raleigh: Oh, gonna put me out? Well I ain't leavin' mother
fucker. Now what are you gonna do, what are you gonna do to this
Eh?
Guard: Your go to the psyke ward.
Raleigh: Well good, that's I wanna go.
Guard: Yea, gonna be right there. So you better cool it down.
You
better cool it down right now, I don't want to anything else out of
this or you are gonna go to the psyke ward. This is your last
oppertunity.
Yea, OK, get it. Let's go.
Guard: Shut your mouth.
Alright.
Guard: And don't make anymore waves in the house. Otherwise

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

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

the Raleigh.
Raleigh:Whoever comes in this fuckin' room, I'm gonna 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.
Well if you come at me your gonna fuckin' die!
Go for it.
Raleigh: I going for nothing, you fuckin' reach for me and I'm
take your arm off.
Guard: on. Come on!
Raleigh: I commin, you come.
Guard: it Raleigh. You understand that? You got it? Either you
cool it or your out of here, 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 like that, and you never get out of this.
Guard: Good. on.
Raleigh: I would like an emergency call please, there's a
trying to kill me in my fuckin' room, now get them cops 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 me he's gonna put me in the psyco-tank,
for
making my production here. Which is a fiction magazine! And

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