Luyện nghe bài hát The Repo Man Sings for You

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

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

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

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

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

Possibly, this could into a criminal act
Gimme your fax machine, in the basement
to the big screen television
You can't the system no, we gotta get the dough

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

your wallet, whatever in your pocketbook
All get to my agency, then they payin' me
It ain't phasin' me, that's my
When I mob off shit, listen to me sing

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One, paycheck from sleepin' on the
Too many bills my scrill meet
Three day from the landlord on the seat
Fo-fo' shots ain't discrete

But motherfuckers jack frequent, no secret
they shit be delinquent
And on closer inspection, collection
Motivates birth 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 sleepin' on the carpet in my
When I heard my car ignition 'cause 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', crazy shit
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I said, "Shut the fuck up", and I banked him in the jaw

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

Even hillbillies at a party dancin'
Get they Ford trucks with financing
Banks that the loan figure, damn, in the worst case
We money 'cause we had it in the first place

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

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