Luyện nghe bài hát Framed

Feeling kinky, lip syncing to Too $hort's "Freaky (Biatch!)
creepy visions of whiskey drinking
And envisioning into where Christie Brinkley dwells
I know this is risky thinking but I wanna stick her like decals
But when females
Better pay attention to these or you could be derailed
Better wear at least three layers of or be in jail
If you get scratched because your
Be all up her fingernails
Man, he hears you, I think he cares
He a fuck, even his pinky swears
Three burstin' out of me, please beware
Her TV blares, hear the creaking stairs
She's unaware in no underwear, she's completely
Turns and screams, I remember distinctly
I said "I'm here to do repairs"
her up, put her body parts
In front of Steven Avery's trailer and leave 'em

But hey man, I was
I know this looks like, officers
Please give me one minute
I I can explain
I ain't murdered
I know these are so nutty
But I'm just to entertain
How your shirt is so bloody?
There's a missing person, so He's
Got nothin' to do me
I'm certain I was framed

up, it was dawn, musta knew somethin' was wrong
Think I'm becomin' a monster of the drugs that I'm on
Duck's on, there's a Tonka Truck in the yard
But dog, how the fuck is Ivanka in the trunk of my car?
Gotta get to the bottom of it to try to it
Must go above and beyond, 'cause it's upon me
Plus I feel somewhat responsible for the dumb little
Girl, motherfuckin' baton twirler that got dumped in the pond
Second murder no recollection of it
Collectin' articles, cuttin' out sections from it
too fucked to remember, destructive temper
Cut my public defender's then stuck him up in a blender
Another dismembered toddler discovered this probably
'Cause I disassembled the
Was covered up in the snow since the of November oddly
I'm for questioning
Them son of a bitches probably just wanna pin on me

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

on the loose, they
Spotted me McDonald's Tuesday
In a Toronto Blue Jays cap, lookin' like college roommate
With Rihanna, Lupe, Hussein, Bobby Boucher
Or was it Cool J? The cops is on a chase
escaped from the state pen
For [edited] women who hate men
Don't make it no weirder, I'm
When I in your basement
Under baby's play pen, I lay in, wait adjacent
Facin' the door, remainin' while stayin' complacent
sexual implications are continuin' to get thrown
Insinuations are in little riddles and poems
Left on your pillow in hopes, when you get home
You'll get the hint, ho: I'm in window
But it never occurred to me I describe a murder scene
In a verse and be charged with first
it just happened to match up perfectly
With the massacre or the Burger King
No, officer, you see...

I was
I know what looks like, officers
Please just give me one
I I can explain
I ain't nobody
I know words are so nutty
But I'm here to entertain
How come your shirt is so
There's a missing person, so He's
Got nothin' to do me
I'm almost certain I was