Luyện nghe bài hát The Cramper

Have you ever known a free
that he's a camper
Known my way as the cramper
p.m.s. always pokin'
But he go away with a little motrin
Now if u ever the term cramper and u wonder
The worms kinda like I a modern day felix unger
When ya meet em ya think he's o.k.
But you learn a little bit of the cramper goes a long way
say here I say thru the grapevine
He and he gawks and he walks a thin line
Just like a fuckin fag
He always to get high but never has a bag
works says he can't find the right job
Ain't got a dime and when he he's a tightwad
He's the there's no one damp
Huh huh.... the muther fuckin cramper
Now the crampers red, no one redder,
He rides ya like a really tight sweater
He's sorta like a a pest of a peer
U home he's at your house drinkin your last beer
Pokin and strokin he makes you wanna him
Always wearin out his mother fuckin
And then never that cautious
He sips from your forty and he backwashes
Talk a certain subject, he'll jinx it
Let him borrow a shirt, the always shrinks it
the dampest, there's no one damper
Huh huh.... he's the mother fuckin