Luyện nghe bài hát Framed

Feeling kinky, lip syncing to Too "Freaky Tales (Biatch!)
creepy visions of whiskey drinking
And envisioning sneaking where Christie Brinkley dwells
I know this is thinking but I wanna stick her like she's decals
But when females
Better pay attention to these details or you be derailed
Better wear at three layers of clothing or be in jail
If you get scratched your DNA'll
Be all up under her
Man, he hears you, I think he cares
He gives a fuck, even his swears
personalities burstin' out of me, please beware
Her TV blares, hear the creaking stairs
unaware in no underwear, she's completely bare
Turns around and screams, I remember
I "I'm here to do sink repairs"
Chop her up, put her parts
In front of Steven Avery's trailer and leave 'em

But hey man, I was
I know this looks like, officers
Please give me one minute
I I can explain
I murdered nobody
I know these words are so
But I'm just here to
How come your shirt is so
There's a missing person, so what?
Got nothin' to do me
I'm certain I was framed

Woke up, it was dawn, musta knew was wrong
Think I'm a monster 'cause of the drugs that I'm on
Donald Duck's on, there's a Truck in the yard
But dog, how the is Ivanka Trump in the trunk of my car?
Gotta get to the bottom of it to try to it
go above and beyond, 'cause it's incumbent upon me
Plus I somewhat responsible for the dumb little blonde
Girl, that motherfuckin' baton twirler got dumped in the pond
murder with no recollection of it
Collectin' articles, cuttin' out sections from it
Memory's too to remember, destructive temper
Cut my public jugular then stuck him up in a blender
Another toddler discovered this winter probably
'Cause I disassembled the
Was covered up in the snow since the of November oddly
I'm for questioning
Them son of a bitches probably just pin this on me

But hey man, I was
I know what this like, officers
Please just give me one
I think I can
I ain't nobody
I these words are so nutty
But I'm here to entertain
How come shirt is so bloody?
There's a missing person, so what?
Got nothin' to do me
I'm almost I was framed

on the loose, they
Spotted me inside McDonald's
In a Toronto Blue Jays cap, like your college roommate
With Rihanna, Lupe, Saddam Hussein, Boucher
Or was it J? The cops is on a goose chase
Just escaped the state pen
For [edited] women who hate men
Don't it no weirder, I'm naked
I break in your basement
Under your baby's play pen, I lay in, wait
Facin' the door, remainin' while stayin' complacent
Blatant sexual are continuin' to get thrown
Insinuations are placed in riddles and poems
Left on your pillow in hopes, when you get home
get the hint, ho: I'm in your window
But it never occurred to me I could describe a scene
In a verse and be with first degree
'Cause it just happened to match up
With the massacre or the Burger King
No, officer, you see...

I was
I know what looks like, officers
just give me one minute
I think I can
I murdered nobody
I know these are so nutty
But I'm just here to
How come your shirt is so
There's a missing person, so what?
Got to do with me
I'm almost certain I was