Luyện nghe bài hát Identity Theft

Because I'm of maturity, airport insecurity
Runnin' from the police, fightin' with the go-betweens
up, let me steal a breath
'Cause dealin' with identity theft

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

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

No child is free, oh why, it's 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 dumbed

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

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

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

Journo-fascist profiteers, pioneers
puppeteers, get away from me
How can you write what we read, that my reality
You disabuse humanity, humility and

Oh, you you got an edge
Hiding your hedge the Feds
down 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 a planet

Ooh, you die a quick
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
Hold up, yeah, I'll confess
'Cause we're dealin' with theft

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

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

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

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

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

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