Luyện nghe bài hát Framed

Feeling kinky, lip to Too $hort's "Freaky Tales (Biatch!)
Having creepy visions of whiskey
And envisioning sneaking into where Brinkley dwells
I know this is risky thinking but I wanna her like she's decals
But murdering females
Better pay attention to these details or you could be
Better at least three 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 a fuck, even his pinky swears
personalities burstin' out of me, please beware
Her TV blares, hear the creaking stairs
She's in no underwear, she's completely bare
Turns and screams, I remember distinctly
I said "I'm to do sink repairs"
Chop her up, put her body
In front of Avery's trailer and leave 'em there

But hey man, I was
I what this looks like, officers
Please give me one minute
I think I can
I ain't murdered
I these words are so nutty
But I'm just to entertain
How come your is so bloody?
There's a missing person, so He's
Got nothin' to do me
I'm almost certain I was

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 Tonka Truck in the
But dog, how the fuck is Ivanka 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 somewhat responsible for the little blonde
Girl, that baton twirler that got dumped in the pond
Second murder with no of it
newspaper articles, cuttin' out sections from it
Memory's too fucked to remember, destructive
Cut my public defender's jugular stuck him up in a blender
Another toddler discovered this winter probably
'Cause I the body
Was up in the snow since the month of November oddly
I'm wanted for
son of a bitches probably just wanna pin this on me

But hey man, I was
I what this looks like, officers
Please just give me one
I think I can
I ain't murdered
I these words are so nutty
But I'm just to entertain
How come your is so bloody?
a missing person, so what? He's
Got to do with me
I'm certain I was framed

Still on the loose,
Spotted me inside McDonald's
In a Blue Jays cap, lookin' like your college roommate
With Rihanna, Lupe, Hussein, Bobby Boucher
Or was it J? The cops is on a goose chase
Just from the state pen
For eight women who hate men
Don't make it no weirder, I'm
When I break in basement
Under baby's play pen, I lay in, wait adjacent
Facin' the door, remainin' patient while complacent
Blatant sexual implications are continuin' to get
Insinuations are placed in little riddles and
on your pillow in hopes, that when you get home
You'll get the hint, ho: I'm in your
But it never to me I could describe a murder scene
In a verse and be charged with degree
it just happened to match up perfectly
With the massacre or the Burger King
No, officer, you see...

I was
I know what looks like, officers
Please just give me one
I I can explain
I murdered nobody
I these words are so nutty
But I'm just here to
How your shirt is so bloody?
There's a person, so what? He's
Got nothin' to do me
I'm almost certain I was