Luyện nghe bài hát Why Judy

It's like it rains when I run my brain,
The chitter got me shattered,
And I like I'm scattered now,
I'm battered,
Knocked to the concrete,
Because of cruising past that parking lot on street,
That's where me and my girl in a backseat bliss,
I can't believe that all this bullshit started up a kiss,
It's like all my they turn into a life,
And now I'm feelin' like I'm on the edge of a knife!

Woah now woah hey say woah,
I wanna tell her that I her but I don't all the time,
Woah now hey woah say woah,
It's got me drinkin' and I'm thinkin' as I through the light,
Starin' out the windshield wipers,
Then it hits me like a shot the sniper!

Judy baby ain't got my eyes,
I whose eyes they is,
Yeah,
Judy that ain't got my smile,
I wonder smile that is,
Yeah...

Shit had me proof,
But I'm the with the proof,
It's just an legend if ya think that you'll be happy,
The truth is that la loca was all about you creepy sneakin',
yeah,
You got me yo,
You got the johnson,
You got the bone,
Now you get no money like the lawyer said on the phone,
I to ransack your shack,
suburb,
Cadillac,
custody,
I'll it all back!

now woah hey woah say woah,
I wanna her that I love her but I don't all the time,
now woah hey woah say woah,
I got the feelin' that I'm livin' at the of a crime,
out through the windshield wipers,
Then it hits me a shot from the sniper!

Judy baby ain't got my eyes,
I wonder eyes they is,
Yeah,
Judy that ain't got my smile,
I wonder whose that is,
Yeah...

no use,
no use...

Woah now hey woah say woah,
I wanna tell her I love her but I don't all the time,
Woah now hey woah say woah,
I got the feelin' like I'm at the scene of a crime,
now woah hey woah say woah,
I coulda sworn I was trippin' it was such a surprise,
now woah hey woah say woah,
And now my grip is kinda slippin' my little one cries,
Starin' out through the wipers,
Then it me like a shot from the sniper!

that baby ain't got my eyes,
I wonder whose eyes is,
(Those see),
Yeah,
Judy baby ain't got my smile,
(Ain't got my smile),
I wonder whose that is,
(I wonder),
Yeah,
Judy that ain't got my style,
(That baby),
(That baby),
I wonder whose style is,
(Woah I wonder),
Yeah,
Judy that baby ain't my child,
(It my child),
I wonder whose that is,
I it ain't mine...

It be his,
His his his,
It be his,
Yeah...