Luyện nghe bài hát Killin Brain Cells

Kid that's right you know I'm back ho
From the dead I had to lay low
Seems strange but I ain't changed
Pot smokin' drinkin' mother fucker that's me
In the flesh and I guess I'm the
In the muther fuckin midwest 'cause no contest
For the in the pimp of the nation
So fuck and a good education
All we need to learn is how to hold
Then we live in peace in my homeland
God damn the way my pain
I spend all my time killin' brain
The light on me was a dim gleam
So I life in a bottle of jim beam
Droppin' dots or sniffin' blow black,
I go to at night watchin' kojak
hoes 'cause I'm no big fag
Roll with zig zags like to read skin
I shoot I never miss
And if I played the bass I'd pluck it like this...
People wanna know what I'm but I don't care
So I keep my thoughts in a of cuervo
a wild young buck
Got from the shelter but I really don't give a fuck
'cause I be clownin' suckers be frownin'
of busch I be poundin'
I dead in the head like manson
I'm more laid back muther fuckin' ted danson
Hanson style when I'm rumblin'
Couple of of don q and I be stumblin'
Fumblin' hangin' in the pool halls
Out late night my crew stealin' u-hauls
I'm not into havin' fun
I step into the party strapped with a gun
But I'm no gangster like
"i'm just an m.c. to put the in the party"
in black plus a new track
And I won't quit till your ears blow feedback
When I shoot I miss
And if I played the guitar I'd probably strum it this...
So give it up bitch I'm the kid rock
And today I know you wanna get shot
You look gay you're too
So fuck all y'all hoes and yo chuck the jay
Sellin' me out like to make a quick buck
But muther fuckers like y'all have no luck
Your plan was a flop
to get em on by sellin out the kid rock
A of me was with you but yo he died,
And I'm glad you stepped off 'cause I ain't givin' no free
You little bald headed
And fuck it mother if you want it lets get the beef on
I'm sure I'm sure ya
Are gonna try to come back around but ignore ya
It takes one shot to floor ya
'cause I'm kid rock bitch and I'm real for ya
Better jet so I won't let no hoes from the metro
Take "what up doe"
look son I'm number one...
"'cause I worked a bitch to get the job done"
In the twilight with rod serling
I ain't goin' bald so fuck sy
When I shoot I miss
And if I played the harmonica I'd probably blow it this...