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 golf
From the floor of shitty-ass kitchen
I see hella cats in my general chao's
And your is in the black bee sauce
the wrong bitch raw and have your dick found up in cars
I'm not worried no air time
I'm more concerned about when my bald spot'll my hairline
Cats be stuck on that colored lie
With one bloodshot and a twitch up in the eye
So you get stuck by the strong
you a serial killer clown like john wayne gacy
Donate track to charity
Watch it become a trl calamity, to be parodied
I married, to some d-cup breasteses
music, weed, and porno as my mistresses

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

Lovin sluts when they iq's under
suck cock and rock a 34 in double-d (uh-huh)
Earth will under me
And the moon will plummet to the sea before you 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 don't in god, then you're callin me a fraud

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

Fuckin I got priests 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, clan sucks
Fuck it here, spit my written, I'll off the head like dandruff
Searchin the trunk of benz for money to spend
steal from anybody especially one of my friends
That goes double for that bitch you share your 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
kin to me, or friend since birth
I'll kill you, hop in a rented jeep, rear-end your
Recite sinister
Minutes before I slice your throat
With a miniature
So where my whores with open sores
That want copywrite to marinate they vocal chords?