Luyện nghe bài hát Why Judy

It's like it always when I run my brain,
The chatter's got me shattered,
And I like I'm scattered now,
I'm battered,
down to the concrete,
Because of cruising past that parking lot on street,
That's where me and my girl in a backseat bliss,
I believe that all this bullshit started up with a kiss,
It's all my dreams they turn into a life,
And now I'm like I'm sittin' on the edge of a knife!

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

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

had me fool proof,
But I'm the with the proof,
just an urban 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 don't get no money like the lawyer on the phone,
I come to ransack shack,
suburb,
Cadillac,
custody,
I'll it all back!

Woah now woah hey say woah,
I wanna tell her that I love her but I all the time,
Woah now hey woah say woah,
I got the feelin' that I'm livin' at the of a crime,
Starin' out through the wipers,
it hits me like a shot from the sniper!

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

no use,
no use...

Woah now woah hey say woah,
I wanna tell her that I her but I don't all the time,
now woah 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 that I was trippin' it was a surprise,
Woah now hey woah say woah,
And now my grip is kinda while my little one cries,
out through the windshield wipers,
Then it me like a shot from the sniper!

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

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