Luyện nghe bài hát Devil Without A Cause

You knew I was coming 'cause you heard my name
But you don't know my and never felt my pain
Can't read my brain but you read my
And got scared when you heard that I was coming with

Now don't even trip, be a man
Give thanks I'm when I should be dead
I'm in the red 'cause my mind's
People claimin that they know me, but they only a portion

I'm a mountains and touch the sun
Don't get now, you knew this day would come
So your bids, all bets are closed
And all you hoes

'Cause it's a long time comin'
But I finally like an egg yolk, I ain't no joke
Like some dope motherfucker, Kid Rock's to blame
Same game, same name, ain't a damn changed

No sell-out, I no hoe
the radio comin' from the R O M E O
Watch me throw like a of rage
made and paid and sawed off twelve gauges

Up that ass for the nine
(Nine eight)
Never fake, shake, straight from the Lakes
Seven years on wax comin'
Flat out you diss me punk, that's I pull a strap out

And I get to buck, buck, bucking a fuck, fuck, fucking hoes
they know who's runnin' this shit, top dog, I'm the C E O
Role model, motherfucking H E R O
My motto, 'Be cool, pimpin''

Don't sleep, we roll deep in a
Vogues on a hundred spokes
We bust Biltmore Beavers and Top Dog
We float like butterflies, sting like bees

Strapped with A-K's from the Chinese
What the fuck's on in the D
of white boys pimpin' like the K I D
And it's all good I got love for my

We roll thick kick ass donkeys
Anybody fuck's with you and I'm mack 'em
Devil without a cause, I'm going

I'm platinum
I'm platinum
We're platinum
without a cause, I'm going platinum
Uh, devil,

Yeah, we come to party, so get everybody
(Come on)
Yeah, we come to

I went from St. Claire Shores and drink at Winners
To New York City and 700 dinners
From hangin' sinners and second hand cheap sex
To gettin' much respect from top exec's

The Kid's comin' up to call you out
So shut up now or put my balls in your
Bet that ass hoss I forgot
When I was in the dime, baby left to rot

Used to me dummy when my nose was fucking runny
Now my fuckin' gettin' fuckin' Matchbox 20 money
want to claim their down
But I was broke and down I never seen them around

All the shit we talked, all the shit we
I did it without you got a brand new
No triple beams it like a movie
two cribs, droptop and jacuzzi

No fluzzies, only high class hoes
Couple when it rains and a few when it
A brand new nose to go with my habit
And a hose made out of 24 karat

Bought a couple parrots that like to
And they sound you and all the shit you talk
Step inside my shoes, you fill 'em, doc
You're too old to kid, too soft to

Already did what most shout
Seven years on wax and I ain't sold out
And there ain't no doubt in my
I'm gonna stomp all over you, test of time

I'm go
I'm go
I'm go
We're going
Devil a cause, I'm going platinum
Uh, devil, come on devil, uh, uh

Straight out of the streets of
foot high, ready to get fly, Joe C
I'm the J O E to the C, hoe
Call me Joe C, got game than Coleco

I'm a hoe, call me sick
Three foot nine with a ten foot
The ladies pick, I'm a crazy
And rake through kind a bum through wine

It's my time so I'm gonna shine lead
Old as piss, but as ass
me pass smoke some hash
You're raking grass I'm raking cash

High-ass voice Aaron Neville
And I'm with the devil

Say we like to party, the party
We like to party, the party
We to party, rock the party
We like to party, the party

You to party, rock the party
We to party, rock the party
You to party, rock the party
Devil without a cause, I'm going
Uh, uh, on, uh, uh, uh, uh