Luyện nghe bài hát Cum On Everybody

Yo, mic
Testing one, two, um,
This is my dance song, can you me?
Alright, turn my up
My favorite is red, like the blood shed
In Curt Cobain's head when he shot himself
all grabbin' at my shish-kabob
Bought Lauren Hill's tape so her kids could
You I was livid, now I'm even more so
I got full blown AIDS and a sore throat
I got a wardrobe an orange robe
I'm in the row, signin' autographs at your show
I remembered that I'm absent minded
Wait, I mean I've lost my mind I find it
I freestylin' ever that I spit
'Cause I even remember the words to my shit
I told the doc that I need a in sickness
I gave a girl herpes in exchange for
Put my L-P on your wish list
You want to get high, bitch just sniff this
Cum on everybody, get tonight
Cum on everybody, get tonight
Cum on everybody, get down
Cum on everybody, get down
Cum on everybody, get tonight
Cum on everybody, get tonight
Cum on everybody, get down
Cum on everybody, get tonight

I tried suicide once and try it again
That's why I write where I die at the end
'Cause I don't give a fuck, like my middle finger was
And I was waving it at everybody "I suck"
I go on stage in front of a crowd
And yell out "All of y'all get the hell out now"
Fuck rap, I'm it up y'all, I'm Sorry
I'm out of my gord
So I took a hammer and nailed my the the floorboard of my Ford
I I'm just a sick, sick bastard
Just one sandwich of a picnic basket
One Excedrin tablet short of a full medicine
Fell like my head has been shredded like lettuce and
And if you ever see a for this shit
I'll probably be dressed up like a with my wrists slit
Cum on everybody, get down
Cum on everybody, get tonight
Cum on everybody, get down
Cum on everybody, get tonight
Cum on everybody, get tonight
Cum on everybody, get down
Cum on everybody, get down
Cum on everybody, get down

Got on my jock out in East Detroit
they think I'm a motherfuckin' Beastie Boy
So I told 'um I was Mike D,"they was like, "Gee, I don't know he be."
I told um meet me at Kid Rocks concert
I'll be standin' by the Loch monster, peace out
Then I to the weed house, smoked out 'till I started bustin'

Broke out then I quick back to the crib, put on lipstick
Crushed up the Tylenol ate it with a dipstick
Made a couple of calls collect
I wanna make songs on a dub
And murder every rich rapper I'm jealous of

So just remember when I bomb set
Yo, I only cuss to make your mom
Cum on everybody get down
Cum on everybody, get tonight
Cum on everybody, get tonight
Cum on everybody, get tonight
Cum on everybody, get tonight
Cum on everybody, get down
Cum on everybody, get down
Cum on everybody, get tonight
Cum on everybody get tonight
Cum on everybody, get tonight
Cum on everybody, get down
Cum on everybody, get down
Cum on everybody, get tonight
Cum on everybody, get tonight
Cum on everybody, get down
Cum on everybody, get tonight