Luyện nghe bài hát Framed

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

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

Woke up, it was dawn, knew somethin' was wrong
Think I'm becomin' a 'cause of the drugs that I'm on
Donald Duck's on, there's a Tonka in the yard
But dog, how the fuck is Ivanka Trump in the of my car?
Gotta get to the of it to try to solve it
Must go and beyond, 'cause it's incumbent upon me
Plus I feel responsible for the dumb little blonde
Girl, that baton twirler that got dumped in the pond
Second with no recollection of it
Collectin' newspaper articles, out sections from it
Memory's too to remember, destructive temper
Cut my public defender's jugular stuck him up in a blender
dismembered toddler discovered this winter probably
'Cause I the body
Was covered up in the snow since the of November oddly
I'm for questioning
Them son of a bitches probably wanna pin this on me

But hey man, I was
I know what this looks like,
just give me one minute
I think I can
I murdered nobody
I know words 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 I was framed

on the loose, they
Spotted me inside McDonald's
In a Toronto Blue cap, lookin' like your college roommate
With Rihanna, Lupe, Saddam Hussein, Bobby
Or was it J? The cops is on a goose chase
Just escaped from the pen
For [edited] eight who hate men
make it no weirder, I'm naked
When I in your basement
Under your baby's play pen, I lay in, wait
Facin' the door, remainin' patient stayin' complacent
Blatant sexual implications are continuin' to get
Insinuations are placed in riddles and poems
Left on your in hopes, that when you get home
You'll get the hint, ho: I'm in your
But it never occurred to me I could describe a scene
In a verse and be with first degree
it just happened to match up perfectly
With the massacre or the King burglary
No, officer, you see...

I was
I know what looks like, officers
Please just me one minute
I think I can
I ain't murdered
I these words are so nutty
But I'm here to entertain
How your shirt is so bloody?
There's a missing person, so what?
Got to do with me
I'm almost certain I was