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 this kitchen
I see hella cats in my general chicken
And your dogs is in the bee sauce
Fuck the wrong bitch raw and your dick found up in cars
I'm not bout no air time
I'm more concerned about when my bald reach my hairline
be stuck on that grinch colored lie
With one bloodshot and a up in the other eye
So you get stuck by the strong
When you a serial clown like john wayne gacy
Donate that track to
Watch it become a trl calamity, to be parodied
I stay married, to d-cup breasteses
With music, weed, and as my mistresses

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

Lovin sluts when they iq's 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 rappers come see they want heat
If you had of copywrite in your sperm you couldn't cum-pete
So fuck you, mom, and your team of pawns
And if you believe in god, then you're callin me a fraud

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

Fuckin I got priests and nuns lovin tower
If it ain't about rap or pussy, I don't give a about it
Written for written, you can't front, clan sucks
Fuck it here, spit my written, I'll come off the head like
the trunk of your benz for money to spend
I'll from 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 no enemy, my friends are worse
Got a memory with an verse
To serve any emcee within earth
Whether kin to me, or friend since
I'll kill you, hop in a rented jeep, rear-end your
sinister quotes
Minutes before I slice your minister's
With a sword
So where my local with open sores
That copywrite semen to marinate they vocal chords?