Luyện nghe bài hát Stop, Look, Listen, Live

1
At wait till I do something wrong
I mean I drunk driving as I'm writing this song
But you jump on my back as if I'm doing something
All the time I rhyme I must be smoking a bong
robbing a shop assaulting a cop
And we mustn't forget my glock
When I walk down the street I must be on rock
And carrying a stock to to the block

But u know fuck off
I need your shit
I don't need your prying and I don't need your lip
I don't need u me so just get over it
So don't be so jealous and don't be such a

I don't this fuck off
Ain't my problem that your don't suck u off
And I ain't of you calling the cops
Cos I ain't shit wrong and they'll just let me off

2
You pass judgment?
a judge
Cos u don't know shit whether there's a smudge
On my
My
Or my trousers
You don't shit
I don't rob houses
Someone robbed car?
me
The fuck would I with a corsa from 93?
Sucks to be you but its to be me
Try not to be jealous and say you see

3
So keep the dirty to yourselves
If all done wrong
Then were all to hell
Don't need judgement up here as
So listen to my story as you lock up the
You're as bad as me so ill see u in hell
Least I pretend I'm an angel as well
So ill go and get pissed and kick off with a
And I'll see you in court casting your