Luyện nghe bài hát Reheated Pop!

Buy my full-length
My colorfully packaged disembodied
Converted to ring used in car ads
Sung by winged gnomes over the of Dick Clark
Cover pages graced by the chiseled abs
Of now charred slab of dead pop diva
as the head of Biz Mark
Spliced on top of Kitty
On a virtual land mass a hip-kink
It's to my song and committed to telecine
And the nothing left of me is left to bask in a camera

I've been so successful 'till I died
And my label my heavenly chariot
defunct
I die in a hail of gunfire
I died doing sports at a resort
On a bungee on a ski jump
No need to ask how a dead rapper can be a cash cow
just record me months before on G-funk string chords
Add an R&B
Hit a keyboard key to
though I'm dead

I was booked on a
To notes dressed like a cockroach
Now I'm cooked and ate a fork and knife
As reheated pop sensation

I'm framed under a reading "prog-rap"
And open-handed god smacks
By partisan zealots who not think I draft-dodged Iraq
But that my back catalog is
And for it I should be and smacked
But little do they I'm dead already
And their are small and petty
My autopsy was broadcast and on a webcam
I'm a dead man with golden in my bedpan

But still my pop climbs
And you can buy it you shop online
my lifeless body up next to the podium as I accept applause
I'm an award-winning dead
a tour pending and a celebrity love interest
I a movie deal to play a starring role
The film crew even suspect I'm dead
I'm your own
I'm but don't unplug my phone charger