Luyện nghe bài hát Anti Hero's

We arrive with the sun smog up in the london fog
I'm your g after you took her to miniature golf
From the floor of this kitchen
I see hella cats in my general chao's
And your is in the black bee sauce
Fuck the wrong bitch raw and have dick found up in cars
I'm not worried no air time
I'm more about when my bald spot'll reach my hairline
Cats be stuck on grinch colored lie
one bloodshot and a twitch up in the other eye
So you get stuck by the safety
When you a serial killer clown like wayne gacy
Donate that track to
Watch it a trl calamity, soon 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
in the laws, can't be downed by it
Stalk through life with a defiance
We all weirdos,
The ones moms said wouldn't amount to fuckin zero
So much hip-hop bullshit to cut
And if you don't like it, well then you!

Lovin sluts when they iq's three
They suck cock and rock a 34 in (uh-huh)
Earth will under me
And the moon will plummet to the sea you cats are sunnin me
I'm who rappers see when they want heat
If you had traces of 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 in synagogues
I'm rollin with a crew that look like 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 with "girls gone wild"

Fuckin coward; I got priests and nuns tower
If it ain't rap or pussy, I don't give a fuck about it
for written, you can't front, your clan sucks
Fuck it here, spit my written, come off the head like dandruff
Searchin the of your benz for money to spend
I'll steal from especially one of my friends
That goes double for that bitch you your microphone with
And dumb enough to believe she writes her own shit
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 birth
I'll kill you, hop in a rented jeep, rear-end hearse
Recite quotes
Minutes before I slice your minister's
a miniature sword
So where my local whores open sores
That want semen to marinate they vocal chords?