Luyện nghe bài hát Thy Staleness

Let me see ya thing there, buddy, I'ma chop it
See the idea is to make you die, it
I don't know why but heart beat offends me
I need to cut you off at the desperately

Like, how cuttin' your own neck, I did
Seventeen times, why you I talk like this?
I cut myself this was my voice
Now, gimme your neck pipe, you don't no fuckin' choice

I'm not ready to die, was Eazy E
What makes you so special, you can escape the Wreath
You mean Wraith, I said, Wraith, now shut the up
And give me you windpipe so I can cut the

somebody else, I'm pickin' anybody I can find
And you to be the next motherfucker in line
Okay, let's do it, keep still, there
And about one, two, three of those motherfuckers, I'm outta

Let me make the pain be gone, I wanna stab, stab,
It's like, murdering be givin' me a calm, I to yeah, yeah, yeah
Let me the pain be gone, I wanna stab, stab, stab
It's like, be givin' me a calm, I need to
Ah, ha, what kind of circus is

How you give me a straight jacket when I'm crooked
Took it and it, ripped it and unzipped it
And waited for the guy to bring me my tray
Jumped him behind and turned his head backwards, my way

Took all his keys and a crate of
Masturbated on and leaped out the window
Then I turned around and right back inside
I realized, I could've grabbed a gang of Formeldahyde

Suddenly another fuckin' shot me
I played the whole shits off like, "You got me"
Laid there, playin' dead and when he checked my
I my fuckin' thumb, knuckle deep in his eye socket

By now there was guards
I'm cuttin' heads off, surfin' on a wheelchair
And too bullets finally put me away
But was it the real J?

Let me make the pain be gone, I stab, stab, stab
It's like, murdering be givin' me a calm, I need to yeah, yeah,
Let me the pain be gone, I wanna stab, stab, stab
It kills the pain, it's the only thing kills the pain, I'm sorry

I'm so sorry I'm so stale, I'm so sorry I'm stale
But still I gotta murder your face, man, I'm sorry I'm
I'm so that I'm so stale, I'm so sorry I'm stale
But still I gotta murder face, man, I'm sorry I'm stale

I'm so sorry that I'm so stale, I'm so I'm stale
But still I murder your face, man, I'm sorry I'm stale
I'm so sorry that I'm so stale, I'm so sorry I'm
But still I gotta your face, man, I'm sorry I'm stale

Yeah, that's right, we just stale as fuckin'
Suicidilist, juggalos, we just
No what, we always gon be stale as fuck
Is that how we do
is E-Sham motherfucker
I was on the first car and the last ight