Luyện nghe bài hát Undead

Undead,
Undead,

Undead, you get up out the way
Tomorrow we'll rise, so let's today
You know I don't give a what you think or say
we gon rock this whole place anyway

Undead, you get up out the way
we'll rise, so let's fight today
You know I don't give a fuck you think or say
Cause we gon rock this whole place

Now, I see that motherfuckin on the wall
When you see J3T, Thirty deep down to brawl
Fuck all haters I see cause I hate you breathe
I see you duck, you little punk, you fuckin disease

I got H.U. tattooed on the of my arm
The Boulevard, brass in the back of the car
Cause we drive Cadillacs, we never go far
And when you see us, motherfuckers, better who we are

I got one thing to say to punk who hate
Motherfuckers, don't know but you better what you say
From these fucks to these faggot ass punks
You know what it takes to get this motherfuckin drunk

I'm already maybe it's a little too late
taking heads off of all the faggots who hate
Cause I am god motherfucker, a price to pay
Get out my gun motherfucker and it's day

Undead, you get up out the way
Tomorrow we'll rise, so let's today
You know I don't give a fuck you think or say
Cause we gon this whole place anyway

Undead, you get up out the way
Tomorrow rise, so let's fight today
You know I give a fuck what you think or say
Cause we gon rock whole place anyway

I'm gettin used to nuisance of fags who bad mouth this music
How fuckin stupid and foolish of you to think you can do
You cowards can't, you never will, even try to pursue it
I took the chance, I payed the bill, I died for this music

You make me wanna run around, my guns out and shit
temptin me to run my mouth and call you out on this, bitch
How ignorant you gotta be to any of this?
You need to slit wrist, get pissed and go jump off a bridge

What, you can't see the sarcasm in the verses I
What, you think I just got lucky, didn't for this shit?
Bitch, I've been working at this since I was a kid
I played a million shows to only family and friends

What kind of person can dis a band that to get big?
I hate to be that person when my verse comes out of the lips
shits as worse as it gets, this verse is over, I quit
Signed Charlie on your girlfriend's tits

Undead, you get up out the way
Tomorrow we'll rise, so, let's fight
You know I don't give a fuck what you or say
we gon rock this whole place anyway

Undead, you get up out the way
Tomorrow rise, so, let's fight today
You know I don't a fuck what you think or say
Cause we gon rock this place anyway

White boys tattoos we are pointing right at you
We are breaking everything, rowdy like a
Pack of wolves cause we follow the rules
And when you're running mouth our razor blades come out

Because its nothing in my except my dick and what I spit,
So my dick is in my hand when I to faggots talking shit,
Speaking of fags, rap with the drag,
We him and then we stuffed his body in the Cadillac.

But why you pressing? You know I'm never stressed it
fuckin DMS, Johnny to my left
Got Phantom and the rest, who are to rep the west
I up by drive-by's and L.A gang sides

So what the fuck do you know about a gangsta?
And what the do you know about being in danger?
You doing this, so you know youre just talking shit
Mad at all the boys every song is a fuckin hit

Undead, you get up out the way
Tomorrow we'll rise, so fight today
You know I don't give a fuck you think or say
Cause we gon this whole place anyway

Undead, you get up out the way
Tomorrow rise, so let's fight today
You know I don't give a fuck you think or say
Cause we gon rock this whole anyway

Undead, motherfuckin time to ride,
Undead, stand up we drive by, by
Undead, motherfuckin to ride, ride
Undead, why don't you fucker's die, die