Luyện nghe bài hát Framed

Feeling kinky, lip to Too $hort's "Freaky Tales (Biatch!)
Having creepy of whiskey drinking
And envisioning sneaking into where Brinkley dwells
I know this is thinking but I wanna stick her like she's decals
But when murdering
Better pay attention to details or you could be derailed
Better wear at three layers of clothing or be in jail
If you get scratched your DNA'll
Be all up under her
Man, he hears you, I don't think he
He a fuck, even his pinky swears
Three personalities burstin' out of me, please
Her TV blares, can't hear the creaking
She's in no underwear, she's completely bare
around and screams, I remember distinctly
I "I'm here to do sink repairs"
her up, put her body parts
In front of Steven Avery's trailer and 'em there

But hey man, I was
I know what this looks like,
Please just give me one
I I can explain
I murdered nobody
I know these words are so
But I'm just to entertain
How come your is so bloody?
There's a missing person, so He's
Got nothin' to do me
I'm almost I was framed

Woke up, it was dawn, musta knew somethin' was
Think I'm a monster 'cause of the drugs that I'm on
Donald Duck's on, there's a Truck in the yard
But dog, how the fuck is Trump in the trunk of my car?
Gotta get to the of it to try to solve it
Must go above and beyond, it's incumbent upon me
Plus I feel responsible for the dumb little blonde
Girl, motherfuckin' baton twirler that got dumped in the pond
Second with no recollection of it
Collectin' newspaper articles, cuttin' out from it
Memory's too to remember, destructive temper
Cut my public defender's jugular then him up in a blender
Another dismembered toddler this winter probably
I disassembled the body
Was up in the snow since the month of November oddly
I'm wanted for
son of a bitches probably just wanna pin this on me

But hey man, I was
I know this looks like, officers
Please give me one minute
I think I can
I ain't nobody
I these words are so nutty
But I'm just to entertain
How come shirt is so bloody?
There's a missing person, so what?
Got nothin' to do me
I'm almost I was framed

Still on the loose,
Spotted me inside Tuesday
In a Toronto Blue Jays cap, lookin' your college roommate
Rihanna, Lupe, Saddam Hussein, Bobby Boucher
Or was it Cool J? The cops is on a chase
escaped from the state pen
For eight women who hate men
Don't make it no weirder, I'm
When I break in your
Under your baby's play pen, I lay in, adjacent
Facin' the door, remainin' while stayin' complacent
Blatant sexual are continuin' to get thrown
Insinuations are placed in little riddles and
Left on your pillow in hopes, that when you get
You'll get the hint, ho: I'm in window
But it never occurred to me I could describe a murder
In a verse and be with first degree
'Cause it happened to match up perfectly
With the massacre or the King burglary
No, officer, you see...

I was
I know what looks like, officers
just give me one minute
I I can explain
I ain't murdered
I know these are so nutty
But I'm just here to
How your shirt is so bloody?
There's a person, so what? He's
Got to do with me
I'm almost certain I was