Luyện nghe bài hát Stir Crazy

Uhh, yeah man, hm, oh fuck, yeah
I'm not at home, beating my shit to death
I'm listening to the Rapper's album
This is Ken Kaniff, and I'm still mad as hell, you

I'm with this razor, with this razor I'm crazy
this crazor I'm razy, razor crazed, I'm crazy
(Okay I'm reloaded)
Go Jay-Z
(Tell them him ghostwrite for him)
Dre's beats
Ran in the room naked in a blanket
At the banquet and to spank it
(Ahh)

Came in the bank with a tank, a blank
At the clerk and handcuffed her ankles to the and thanked her
But I didn't take
(Thanks)
Every came from the same gun
Just different angles
'Cuz I was pickin' strange to aim from
(Man, I bet you 50 bucks you won't out the window, Shady)
(Ahh)
Pay me

Psych, no way up in the head
my girl and my sister 'cuz I caught them in bed
(Wait, wait, wait)
I'm a crazy mothafucka, might me a fed
Or I just start a fist fight instead
See as far as the go
I go loco, see me gas at your local Sunoco
Stuck off the hydro mixed cocoa
Jump turnstyles, run from po po

Life stinks, we don't give a fuck, son, we
Tear up the and do drugs, we crazy
Fuck wild and bust slugs, we crazy
Madd rapper is crazy, Slim is
(Crazy)

Life stinks, we give a fuck, son, we crazy
up the clubs and do drugs, we crazy
Fuck ho's and bust slugs, we crazy
Madd rapper is crazy, Shady is
(Crazy)

Yo, yo, I wish I'd aborted
My got a shortage
Everything I wanna I can't afford it
I'm tryin' to sell a O', my tryin' to snort it
My daughter's is about to be deported
I'm mad 'cuz I stand in line for clubs

Mad 'cuz my rottweiler still shits on the
(God dammit, Spike)
Feeling kinda crazy now, I just might out
Shady gave me shrooms and I might trip out, like
(Eh, oh Dude, shit's crazy man, ohh, this is incredible, ohh)
Fuck that, Slim, keep that for
You a crazy dude and you need some help, word

I got a beautiful wife, kids and a home
What make jump in the tub with a cordless phone?
I'm straight vicious, I hit you with plates and
Leave you eight stitches, I'm gay 'cuz I hate bitches?
Slut don't be nice to me, I've had it with
And I'll still be mad at the world, if it apologized to me
(Sorry)
You're the last thoughts of a man
About to his fuckin' brains out

Fall back with a blood stained on top of his spouse
Spread out on a stained couch
In front of his kids that he just in the same house
I'm sicker Boy George picturin' Michael Jackson
In little boys' shoppin' at toy stores
Shady said it, Shady meant it, I stay
I'll a stroller at you, with a baby in it
Go ahead, the plug, think I won't smack you
I dropped a fuckin' pill mom, don't vacuum

Life stinks, we give a fuck, son, we crazy
Tear up the clubs and do drugs, we
Fuck wild ho's and slugs, we crazy
Madd is crazy, Slim Shady is
(Crazy)

Life stinks, we don't give a fuck, son, we
Tear up the clubs and do drugs, we
Fuck wild and bust slugs, we crazy
rapper is crazy, Slim Shady is
(Crazy)