Luyện nghe bài hát No. 11

So we got far and you're still wonderin'
Why we do in our own kinda way
(Why? Why?)

First round out, get da fuck out
Why can't ya the way we're actin' all day?
(Die, die)

Call us strange, give us strait
10 ton chains won't keep us away from we believe so leave
Suspension on our is what you get
And our is what you will receive

Twinkle, lil' star, oh, I wonder where you are
You can't me nothing but I can tell you anything
I can you everything
(But you get it)

But you get it
But you get it
But you get it
But you get it

Yeah, what's problem? Tell me buddy
Does it feel good to get by everybody?
No doe for da brain ticket, so dumb, my friend
again, Mr.Wicked

Second round knock out, da fuck out
You won't da way we're actin' all day
(You get it)
All this makes me sick, to all ya punks, suck my dick
(You get it)

Twinkle, twinkle, little girl, a black in ya intact world
All ya envy cannot reach and all bullshit cannot teach me
teach me

Twinkle, twinkle, little girl a black stain in your intact
All ya thoughts can never teach me

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