Luyện nghe bài hát The Repo Man Sings for You

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

Don't cry to me and lie to me
Actin' you ain't home, fakin' on the phone
You shoulda thought about that you bought the Benzy
You a few increments
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 out your refrigerator

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

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

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

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

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

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One, paycheck sleepin' on the street
Too many my scrill don't meet
Three day notice from the landlord on the
Fo-fo' caliber shots discrete

But motherfuckers still frequent, no secret
'Cause shit be delinquent
And on closer inspection, repossession
Motivates birth protection in the section

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

See I was sleepin' on the carpet in my
When I 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 him with a bottle

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

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

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

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

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