Luyện nghe bài hát Framed

Feeling kinky, lip syncing to Too $hort's "Freaky (Biatch!)
Having visions of whiskey drinking
And sneaking into 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 could be
wear 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 don't think he
He gives a fuck, even his swears
Three personalities burstin' out of me, beware
Her TV blares, can't hear the creaking
unaware in no underwear, she's completely bare
Turns around and screams, I remember
I said "I'm to do sink repairs"
Chop her up, put her parts
In front of Steven Avery's and leave 'em there

But hey man, I was
I know what looks like, officers
Please just give me one
I think I can
I murdered nobody
I these words are so nutty
But I'm here to entertain
How come shirt is so bloody?
a missing 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 on, there's a Tonka Truck in the yard
But dog, how the is Ivanka Trump in the trunk of my car?
get to the bottom of it to try to solve it
Must go above and beyond, 'cause incumbent upon me
Plus I feel responsible for the dumb little blonde
Girl, that baton twirler that got dumped in the pond
murder with no recollection of it
Collectin' newspaper articles, cuttin' out from it
too fucked to remember, destructive temper
Cut my public defender's jugular then him up in a blender
dismembered 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 just wanna pin this on me

But hey man, I was
I know what this looks like,
Please just me one minute
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 He's
Got nothin' to do me
I'm almost certain I was

on the loose, they
Spotted me inside Tuesday
In a Toronto Blue Jays cap, lookin' like 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 break in your
Under your baby's pen, I lay in, wait adjacent
Facin' the door, patient while stayin' complacent
sexual implications are continuin' to get thrown
Insinuations are placed in riddles and poems
Left on your pillow in hopes, that you get home
You'll get the hint, ho: I'm in your
But it never occurred to me I could describe a murder
In a and be charged with first degree
'Cause it just happened to up perfectly
With the massacre or the Burger King
No, officer, you see...

I was
I what this looks like, officers
Please just me one minute
I think I can
I murdered nobody
I know words are so nutty
But I'm here to entertain
How come your is so bloody?
a missing person, so what? He's
Got nothin' to do me
I'm almost I was framed