Luyện nghe bài hát Framed

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

But hey man, I was
I know what looks like, officers
Please just give me one
I think I can
I ain't nobody
I these words are so nutty
But I'm just here to
How come shirt is so bloody?
a missing person, so what? He's
Got to do with me
I'm certain I was framed

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 Truck in the yard
But dog, how the fuck is Ivanka Trump in the of my car?
get to the bottom of it to try to solve it
Must go above and beyond, 'cause it's incumbent me
Plus I feel somewhat responsible for the dumb little
Girl, that motherfuckin' baton twirler that got dumped in the
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 winter probably
'Cause I disassembled the
Was covered up in the snow since the month of oddly
I'm for questioning
Them son of a probably just wanna pin this on me

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

Still on the loose,
me inside McDonald's Tuesday
In a Toronto Blue Jays cap, lookin' like college roommate
With Rihanna, Lupe, Saddam Hussein, Boucher
Or was it Cool J? The cops is on a chase
Just from the state pen
For [edited] women who hate men
Don't make it no weirder, I'm
When I break in basement
Under your baby's play pen, I lay in, wait
Facin' the door, remainin' while stayin' complacent
Blatant implications are continuin' to get thrown
Insinuations are placed in little riddles and
Left on your pillow in hopes, when you get home
You'll get the hint, ho: I'm in window
But it never occurred to me I could describe a scene
In a verse and be charged first degree
'Cause it just to match up perfectly
With the massacre or the King burglary
No, officer, you see...

I was
I know what this like, officers
Please give me one minute
I think I can
I ain't nobody
I these words are so nutty
But I'm just to entertain
How come your is so bloody?
There's a person, so what? He's
Got nothin' to do me
I'm almost I was framed