Luyện nghe bài hát Framed

Feeling kinky, lip syncing to Too "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 when murdering
Better pay attention to these details or you be derailed
Better wear at least three layers of or be in jail
If you get scratched your DNA'll
Be all up her fingernails
Man, he hears you, I think he cares
He gives a fuck, his pinky swears
Three personalities burstin' out of me, beware
Her TV blares, can't the creaking stairs
She's in no underwear, she's completely bare
around and screams, I remember distinctly
I said "I'm here to do repairs"
Chop her up, put her body
In front of Steven Avery's trailer and 'em there

But hey man, I was
I know what this like, officers
Please 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 come your is so bloody?
There's a missing person, so what?
Got nothin' to do me
I'm certain I was framed

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

But hey man, I was
I know what this like, officers
Please give 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?
There's a missing person, so He's
Got nothin' to do me
I'm almost certain I was

Still on the loose,
me inside McDonald's Tuesday
In a Toronto Blue Jays cap, like your college roommate
Rihanna, Lupe, Saddam Hussein, Bobby Boucher
Or was it J? The cops is on a goose chase
Just escaped the state pen
For eight women who hate men
Don't it no weirder, I'm naked
When I break in your
your baby's play pen, I lay in, wait adjacent
Facin' the door, remainin' patient while stayin'
Blatant sexual are continuin' to get thrown
Insinuations are placed in little and poems
Left on your pillow in hopes, when you get home
get the hint, ho: I'm in your window
But it never occurred to me I describe a murder scene
In a verse and be charged first degree
'Cause it happened to match up perfectly
With the or the Burger King burglary
No, officer, you see...

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