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 an agent, workin' for the man
And his manuscript say you owe him for land

cry to me and don't lie to me
Actin' like you home, fakin' on the phone
You shoulda thought about that when you bought the
You missed a few
Now we gotta and get yo' shit

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

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

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

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

The want they G's or the keys
To the and hey, nothin' personal, okay?
I'm just 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 they me
It ain't me, that's my thing
When I mob off witcha shit, listen to me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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