Luyện nghe bài hát Identity Theft

Because I'm tired of maturity, airport
Runnin' from the thought police, fightin' with the
up, let me steal a breath
'Cause we're dealin' with theft

(You an education)
I see why I got to
(You need a degree)
As to

So time, so much to be bored by
If no one trod along Harvard lawn, no one'd a nuclear bomb
don't teach you how to care, empathisin' if you dare
Euthanize your sense of play, better to obey

No child is free, oh why, queasy to see
Is that an elementary or a
Huh, geez, get off my back, beat it, take it to man
Idiots go to college to get down

Ooh, it you bereft
Ooh, identity
I may be wrong, I know why
I may be wrong, but try

Because I'm sick of the insanity, watchin' horny
Feelin' a libertine, dealin' with the death machine
Hold 'em up, a street arrest
And we're dealin' identity theft

(You a publication)
I see why I got to
(You a press release)
As to

profiteers, pornotastic pioneers
Bonbonbastic puppeteers, get away me
How can you write what we read, ain't my reality
You disabuse humanity, and fealty

Oh, you guess you got an
your hedge from the Feds
Puttin' the little veg
(Ignorance is a right, not a privilege)

I'm finished, and had it
And while you are at it
As far as I'm
Pluto's still a

Ooh, you die a death
Ooh, theft
I may be wrong, I know why
I may be wrong but try

Because I'm sick of all the sabotage, where's my female
Lookin' for some kind of closure, all I'm findin' is Ray
up, hell yeah, I'll confess
'Cause we're dealin' with identity

(You an occupation)
I see why I got to
(You a boss to please)
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, late

Yakety yak, don't look whack, Nellie, you're a attack
Murder, murder, on the wall, the butchest one of all?
(Where'd you get that vegan dress, a market?)
Oops, I forgot, you for Target
Shun violence and religion, don't ever play with

But I punched a man on just to watch him cry
Every guy I went to try said I him but I can't think why
Bent unhinged and singed, I cringe to the main event
But in the end there's no like revenge

Ooh, it you bereft
Ooh, identity
I may be wrong, I don't why
I may be but I'll try

Because I'm tired of hypocrisy, is it or is it me?
If Jesus Christ is in ruin, Satan, buddy, how you doin'?
'em up, it's a street arrest
And we're dealin' with identity

Because I'm of bein' sweet and nice
Fuck you once and you twice
Show your passport, get that stamp funny like a Nazi
'em up, hell yeah, I'll confess
'Cause we're with identity theft