Luyện nghe bài hát Piss On Your Grave

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Uhhhh!!
I wanna on your grave!
me feel alright!
Yaa Yaa Yaa!!
(Repeat)

While you was
T-bone
in estates,
with gates that automate
so you hate could only spectate,
I was my mate
iron grates
while the wait,
50 cent for making license plates.
My pen shakes
vibrates 808 quakes
over
dug outta
sag from weight
of the plates...
girls work till they back
and breasts con't lactate
you're to the bank
smilin', showin' all your flakes
contesting, 1,2,3
never been put in the penitentiary
Boots The Coup would like to say
I'll shove foodstamps down your throat
just to block airway
and that's the fair way ''cause
you're on a mission
military killin' millions 'til you low on
beyond recognition
twisted complex
then their kids in your factories
and die of
see your net profit
some murderous facts
but if you listen to the you mighta
it was blacks
you got us herded in
I got the tax
how 'bout the one for when I my ass
and you
hit your head wit an axe
play soccer wit' brain
to make it
your jugular vein
still songs that my momma could sang
and if you feel some yellow on your skull
it rain.

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That bitch ass on the front of a
never gave a
he forced his black slaves
to him dick sucks
and he bust a nut
he'd laugh and
let the whip crackle
send 'em back to pick

wouldn't 'em nil
so his homies stacked
fought on flatland and
to keep the out the till, scrill
kept dumpin' 'em in ditches
so owning son of a bitches
could their riches
which is how the war got
with two of juice
from slaves bodies
and the they produced
you deduce
these men might win
fit in
and make rights
for rich white men
so they fightin'
and wrote up a
decoration
for their operations
a gorilla nation, no freedom - just savage
now the world's ravaged
from their for the cabbage
Your fifth history teacher
tellin' like a tweeker
bump song through the speaker
they face get weaker
'less they righteous and kickin' the facts
they smile 'cause this shit is on wax
one thing I to ask
Washington down in hell can you see me?
I'm standin' on grave
and I'm finsta a pee-pee!

Tour guide: me sir, did you say you have to pee?
Boots: Nah, I I love it here in D.C.
Tour guide: Well, folks, continuing on with the tour.
here at the Arlington National Cemetary.
Behind all of you, right where the gentleman with the is standing,
is the grave of of America's first and greatest hero, our first --
unzipping
George
hitting the ground
Ohh, uh-uhhhh.
Cameras

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knock muthafucka, yes once again
I'll you pay for your sins
in the trunk o' your
see youse an always
acquitted
parasitic
cain't be burned off my
no fiery speech
your is soft as a peach
'cause you never did work
rich ever since
your daddy's dick squirt
have you ever hurt from back?
ducked rat-a-tat-tats?
seen mama on crack?
in a pontiac?
drank similac
so you could protein?
(just for energy
to up some mo' green?)
I paint some mo' scenes
vergin' on the
but I'd rather up at your palace
a mob scene
I to my accountant
who spoke to my
who counseled my advisor
on a
it's about dollars
and that's almost like a
'cause it costs too much
to let your ass inhale
true liberation no word in the head
I'm murder 'em dead
for fish, steak and bread
you pay me 10 g's a year,
I pay you fifteen million
Sorry, you ain't in the budget...

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