Luyện nghe bài hát Undead

Undead,
Undead,

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

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

Now, I see that motherfuckin writin on the
When you see J3T, Thirty deep he's down to
Fuck all haters I see cause I that you breathe
I see you duck, you little punk, you little disease

I got H.U. on the front of my arm
The Boulevard, brass in the back of the car
Cause we drunk drive Cadillacs, we 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 but you better watch what you say
From these industry fucks to these faggot ass
You don't know what it takes to get motherfuckin drunk

I'm already loud maybe 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 and it's judgment day

Undead, you get up out the way
Tomorrow we'll rise, so let's fight
You know I give a fuck what you think 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

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, don't even try to it
I the chance, I payed the bill, I nearly died for this music

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

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

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

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

White boys with we are pointing right at you
We are everything, rowdy like a classroom
Pack of wolves cause we don't the rules
And when running your mouth our razor blades come out

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

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

So what the fuck do you know being a gangsta?
And what the do you know about being in danger?
You ain't doing this, so you 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 let's fight
You know I don't give a what you think or say
Cause we gon rock this whole place

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 anyway

Undead, motherfuckin to ride, ride
Undead, up when we drive by, by
Undead, motherfuckin to ride, ride
Undead, why you fucker's just die, die