Luyện nghe bài hát Undead

Undead,
Undead,

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

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

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

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

I'm already loud maybe a little too late
Johnnys 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 fight today
You know I give a fuck what you think or say
Cause we gon rock this 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
we gon rock this whole place anyway

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

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

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

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

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

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 rock this place anyway

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

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

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

So the fuck do you know about being a gangsta?
And what the fuck do you know being in danger?
You ain't doing this, so you know youre just talking
Mad at all the boys cause song is a fuckin hit

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

Undead, motherfuckin to ride, ride
Undead, up when we drive by, by
Undead, motherfuckin to ride, ride
Undead, why don't you just die, die