Luyện nghe bài hát Anti Hero's

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

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

Lovin sluts when they under three
They suck and rock a 34 in double-d (uh-huh)
Earth crumble under 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 of copywrite in your sperm you couldn't cum-pete
So fuck you, your mom, and your of pawns
And if you believe in god, then you're callin me a fraud

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

Fuckin I got priests and nuns lovin tower
If it ain't about rap or pussy, I give a fuck about it
Written for written, you can't front, your sucks
Fuck it here, spit my written, I'll come off the head dandruff
the trunk of your benz for money to spend
I'll steal from anybody one of my friends
goes 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 memory with an verse
To serve any emcee within earth
Whether kin to me, or friend birth
I'll kill you, hop in a rented jeep, rear-end hearse
sinister quotes
Minutes before I slice your throat
a miniature sword
So where my whores with open sores
That copywrite semen to marinate they vocal chords?