Luyện nghe bài hát Raleigh Solioquy Pt. Ii

Raleigh: You went for line and you fucked up you fuckin' idiot.
You brain-washed yourself you fuckin' stupid cock suckers,

you never studied your Holy Homework. That's two H's there, all
the are lower case in any fuckin' case. Supreem Court, you are not
the fucking Supreem Court of anything, except Hell! For the ten
thousand years you shovel your shit and eat it, because your on
mother fucker. It just started backwards and you can't do a
fuckin' thing about it. The public are gonna take every fuckin'
thing that you took away from them you fucker.
Guard: Raleigh.
Yes.
Guard: is the deal.
Raleigh: Yes, what is the
Guard: You either cool it right now...
Raleigh: Or your fuckin die!
...your outta here.
Raleigh: Oh, your gonna put me out? I ain't leavin' mother
fucker. Now what are you gonna do, what are you gonna do to this
Eh?
Guard: Your go to the psyke ward.
Raleigh: Well good, that's I wanna go.
Guard: Yea, your be right there. So you better cool it down.
You
better cool it down right now, I don't want to anything else out of
room or you are gonna go to the psyke ward. This is your last
oppertunity.
Raleigh: Yea, OK, get it. go.
Guard: Shut your mouth.
Alright.
Guard: And don't make anymore waves in the house. you'r

to the ward.
Raleigh: Well, exactly what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna go to the

ward and so I'm shoot my fuckin' mouth off, so get out of here.
Your into my commercial.
Guard: You
Raleigh: I'm a fuckin' comercial, I'm a businessman! Get out of
here! Your trying to get in on fuckin' thing, you ain't no star
asshole, just a fuckin' arand boy.
Your the craziest son of a bitch I ever...
Exactly...I'm an American!
Guard: This is the last Raleigh.
Good, Shut Up!
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Guard: Anymore out of you and your going to the ward.
Raleigh: See, you lie. You eat your feedback.
Guard: You need to understand that, as as you understand that,

the Raleigh.
Raleigh:Whoever comes in this fuckin' room, I'm gonna kill em!
That's what I do.
Oh are ya? I'm in your room Raleigh.
Raleigh: you've come in aginst...this is my room.
Guard: I'm in your room, I'm in you room, I'm in room.
Raleigh: Back out, out, back out. Words don't bother me man,

do.
Guard: do it, go for it dude.
Well if you come at me your gonna fuckin' die!
Go for it.
Raleigh: I ain't going for nothing, you fuckin' for me and I'm
gonna your arm off.
Come on. Come on!
Raleigh: I commin, you come.
Guard: Cool it Raleigh. You understand You got it? Either you
cool it or your out of here, that's the only you have.
Try it.
Guard: Your dude.
Raleigh: Who's gonna inforce it? Call the mutherfucker! Call the
cops.
Guard: You got witnesses now?
Raleigh: No witnesses, call the fucking cops! I'll call the

on you, you cocksucker, now.
Good.
Raleigh: 911 - like that, and you will never get out of this.
Good. Come on.
Raleigh: I would like an call please, there's a psychopathic
to kill me in my fuckin' room, now get them cops over here to
1-2-3-O-9 Ventura Street please. He is standing in my door, I him
to
get out of here, and he me he's gonna put me in the psyco-tank,
for
making my production here. Which is a fiction magazine! And

trying to me 'cause he thinks he's big, but he's just a big pile
of
shit! 'Cause splatter him all over the fickin' wall. I hope you
record all that. That's a for the police department!
And
send 'em over here, 'cause I'm about to him in two seconds. Now
get
'em over here as fast as you can please. I hope recording this.