Luyện nghe bài hát Killin Brain Cells

Kid that's right you know I'm back ho
the dead where I had to lay low
Seems strange but I changed nothing
Pot smokin' beer drinkin' mother that's me
In the and I guess I'm the best
In the muther fuckin 'cause there's no contest
For the pimp in the of the nation
So fuck and a good education
All we need to learn is how to hands
Then we could in peace in my homeland
God damn the way my pain
I spend all my killin' brain cells
The light shed on me was a dim
So I life in a bottle of jim beam
dots or sniffin' that blow black,
I go to at night watchin' kojak
hoes 'cause I'm no big fag
Roll zig zags like to read skin mags
I shoot I never miss
And if I played the I'd probably pluck it like this...
People wanna know what I'm but I don't care
So I keep my thoughts in a bottle of
Just a wild young
Got banned from the shelter but I really give a fuck
'cause I still be clownin' be frownin'
of busch I be poundin'
I ain't dead in the like manson
I'm more laid back muther fuckin' ted danson
Hanson brother style I'm rumblin'
Couple of of don q and I be stumblin'
Fumblin' footballs in the pool halls
Out late with my crew stealin' u-hauls
I'm not havin' clean fun
I step the party strapped with a machine gun
But I'm no gangster gotti
"i'm an m.c. to put the boogie in the party"
Back in black plus a new
And I won't till your ears blow from feedback
When I I never miss
And if I played the I'd probably strum it like this...
So give it up bitch 'cause I'm the kid
And I know you don't wanna get shot
You look gay you're too
So fuck all y'all hoes and yo chuck the jay
Sellin' me out like bitches to a quick buck
But muther like y'all just have no luck
Your little was a flop
Tryin' to get em on by out the kid rock
A of me was with you but yo he died,
And I'm you stepped off 'cause I ain't givin' no free rides
You little bald headed
And fuck it mother fucker if you it lets get the beef on
'cause I'm sure I'm ya
Are gonna try to come back but I'll ignore ya
It only takes one to floor ya
'cause I'm kid rock and I'm real mutha for ya
Better jet so 'cause I won't let no hoes from the
mine "what up doe"
Come son I'm number one...
"'cause I like a bitch to get the job done"
In the zone with rod serling
I ain't goin' bald so sy sperling
I shoot I never miss
And if I played the harmonica I'd probably it like this...