Luyện nghe bài hát The Repo Man Sings for You

It's the man, repossession is my occupation
It's not my fault you facin' foreclosure, I ya
I'm just an agent, for the man
And his say you owe him for this land

cry to me and don't lie to me
Actin' like you ain't home, fakin' on the
You shoulda thought that when you bought the Benzy
You a few increments
Now we gotta come and get yo'

If you on the payments
I get paid to make sure you pay rent
Or get out, throw all your clothes in the
meats out your refrigerator

Then my boys come back and get it later the forklift
Heh, we don't how hard you worked, we takin' yo' shit
It's too late, your payment's way your due date
You hide from me, even with a new face

Or plastic surgery, debt's outstandin'
I don't about your family, don't hand me
No excuses, you know it's useless, no stoppin' me
get off the property before I bring the cops with me

Possibly, could turn into a criminal act
your fax machine, PlayStation in the basement
Adjacent to the big television
You can't tell the system no, we get the dough

The company they G's or the keys
To the convertible and hey, personal, okay?
I'm doin' my job
(You know?)
Collectin' on your debts, now you're a wad

your wallet, whatever in your pocketbook
All get took to my agency, then payin' me
It phasin' me, that's my thing
I mob off witcha shit, listen to me sing

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One, from sleepin' on the street
Too many bills my scrill don't
day notice from the landlord on the seat
Fo-fo' caliber ain't discrete

But motherfuckers jack frequent, no secret
they shit be delinquent
And on closer inspection, repossession
birth protection in the brokest section

In words, the ghetto
Repo man, pullin' strings Giupetto
Squeeze two at him, let go, 'cause I just gotta be
I'm tired of infomercials with them five-year deals

See I was on the carpet in my apartment
I heard my car ignition 'cause somebody sparked it
So I run all the way down the hallway full
'Don't give in' is my motto, so I bust him a bottle

He screamin', "Whatchu pay me with?"
Then he started laughin', singin' shit
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I said, "Shut the fuck up", and then I him in the jaw

But that was no use, though he skidaddled
Bill collectors make my phone rattle, tell my don't tattle
When you pick up the receiver, I'm sick with a
You don't know where I am

Even hillbillies at a party line
Get they Ford trucks with poor
that give the loan figure, damn, in the worst case
We makin' 'cause we had it in the first place

And was it that they got that cash from?
You you deposit it from bustin' yo' ass
Well, two after that last altercation
I my front lock had a slight alteration
My TV was and out the window from my room
I the repo man sing his devious tune, it went

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