Luyện nghe bài hát Anti Hero's

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

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

Lovin sluts when they iq's three
They suck cock and rock a 34 in (uh-huh)
Earth will under me
And the will plummet to the sea before you cats are sunnin me
I'm who rappers come see they want heat
If you had traces of in your sperm you couldn't cum-pete
So fuck you, your mom, and your 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 that look like fuckin sweathogs
Endin up to hospital gurneys
With a stage resemblin some "weekend at bernie's"
Straight "the dead zone" with ten poems
Of dead tomes, now they gotta reinvent
Since a child, my (? ) on
That's why I filmed your bitch "girls gone wild"

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