Luyện nghe bài hát Framed

Feeling kinky, lip syncing to Too $hort's "Freaky (Biatch!)
Having creepy of whiskey drinking
And sneaking into where Christie Brinkley dwells
I know this is risky but I wanna stick her like she's decals
But murdering females
pay attention to these details or you could be derailed
Better wear at least layers of clothing or be in jail
If you get scratched because your
Be all up her fingernails
Man, he you, I don't think he cares
He gives a fuck, his pinky swears
Three burstin' out of me, please beware
Her TV blares, can't the creaking stairs
She's unaware in no underwear, she's completely
Turns and screams, I remember distinctly
I said "I'm 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 what this like, officers
just give me one minute
I I can explain
I ain't murdered
I know these are so nutty
But I'm just to entertain
How your shirt is so bloody?
There's a person, so what? He's
Got to do with me
I'm almost I was framed

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

But hey man, I was
I know what this looks like,
Please just me one minute
I I can explain
I ain't murdered
I these words are so nutty
But I'm just here to
How your shirt is so bloody?
a missing person, so what? He's
Got nothin' to do me
I'm certain I was framed

Still on the loose,
Spotted me McDonald's Tuesday
In a Toronto Blue Jays cap, lookin' your college roommate
Rihanna, Lupe, Saddam Hussein, Bobby Boucher
Or was it Cool J? The cops is on a chase
Just from the state pen
For [edited] eight who hate men
Don't make it no weirder, I'm
When I in your basement
Under your baby's pen, I lay in, wait adjacent
Facin' the door, patient while stayin' complacent
Blatant implications are continuin' to get thrown
Insinuations are placed in little and poems
Left on your pillow in hopes, that when you get
You'll get the hint, ho: I'm in window
But it never occurred to me I could a murder scene
In a and be charged 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 come your is so bloody?
There's a missing person, so He's
Got nothin' to do me
I'm almost I was framed