Luyện nghe bài hát Anti Hero's

We arrive with the sun smog up in the london fog
I'm fuckin your g after you took her to miniature
From the floor of shitty-ass kitchen
I see hella cats in my general chao's
And your dogs is in the bee sauce
Fuck the wrong bitch raw and have dick found up in cars
I'm not bout no air time
I'm more about when my bald spot'll reach my hairline
Cats be stuck on grinch colored lie
With one and a twitch up in the other eye
So you get stuck by the safety
When you a serial clown like john wayne gacy
Donate that to charity
Watch it become a trl calamity, soon to be
I stay married, to some breasteses
With music, weed, and as my mistresses

We all weirdos,
The ones your moms said wouldn't to fuckin zero
Flaws in the laws, can't be by it
through life with a quiet defiance
We all weirdos,
The ones moms said wouldn't amount to fuckin zero
So hip-hop bullshit to cut through
And if you don't like it, well then you!

Lovin sluts when iq's under three
suck cock and rock a 34 in double-d (uh-huh)
Earth will crumble me
And the will plummet to the sea before you cats are sunnin me
I'm who come see when they want heat
If you had traces of copywrite in your you couldn't cum-pete
So you, your mom, and your team of pawns
And if you don't believe in god, then you're callin me a

Outlawed, for disturbin the in synagogues
I'm rollin with a crew that look fuckin sweathogs
Endin up to hospital gurneys
With a stage resemblin some "weekend at bernie's"
Straight from "the dead zone" with ten
Of dead tomes, now they gotta reinvent
Since a child, my (? ) on
That's why I filmed your bitch "girls gone wild"

Fuckin coward; I got and nuns lovin tower
If it ain't about rap or pussy, I don't give a fuck it
Written for written, you can't front, your clan
Fuck it here, spit my written, come off the head like dandruff
Searchin the trunk of benz for money to spend
I'll steal anybody especially one of my friends
That double for that bitch you share your microphone with
And those enough to believe she writes her own shit
You ain't no enemy, my friends are
Got a with an endless verse
To serve any emcee within this
Whether kin to me, or since birth
I'll kill you, hop in a rented jeep, rear-end hearse
Recite quotes
Minutes I slice your minister's throat
a miniature sword
So my local whores with open sores
That want copywrite semen to marinate they vocal