Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck You and Your Filthy A&R Department

It's so
Got a list of issues
Inside of my
Gathered right to the temple

all my rhymes in pencil
So I can 'em
The morning I write em
I wake up, them and hate them

Remember later, lay them
And made them
a rapper suck
There's nothing I can do to them

Man, it's I told you before
You don't to me
So I don't no more

Give me a label advance
And a at fame
And I, sing and dance
Go right the grain

soda companies
Promote with no
Smile, shake
Damn, I love game

But just when you that I'm your best friend
I'ma stab you in your fucking back, and time again
Till the blood soaks through your coat
And with my Pepsi money, drink Coke

You'll be stifle to my cycling
Ease the of the knife
in my fucking back
Or is a hose?

siphonin' my spirit, man
Got to
they blows with blocks
In the name of all is not wack

my motherfuckin system
Into
White or black, slap face
your head's not attached

Rocket blast, the slap
Back of payback
But had to nurse wounds
That are so worse

Now first, I would like to call to your verse
The reason I'm so fucked, and I'm about to
Cause you keep feeding me nothing but
And tell what I'm gosh darn of it

First, I would like to call attention to verse
The reason I'm so fucked, and I'm to burst
you keep feeding me nothing but shit
And tell what I'm gosh darn of it

skippy

Fission, fusion using the of raps
Not used in hip hop
Lips lock, was part of my agenda
To bend over and up my ass cheeks
So ya'll dip cock

On the radar, other emcees jealous and green
Like they name was Ralph
Yeah, I'm broke as fuck and I got no
Shoulda just stuck rock, it'a have been much safer

Trying to a dent in the world like a crater
The illest of traitors, it's me, Vader
Nothing can save you, out, see ya later
The fifty in my wallet forcing me to hate you

Take you on a little journey my life
Where dad slept on the sofa, with his wife
Even as a toddler, man, it me as odd
But it getting odder, I never looked to God

I just wrote rhymes on paper lined
And everyone of my lines on times
That I in, giving a shit, not me
Like metal guitars
Every one of my lyrics in dropped E

Now first, I would like to attention to your verse
The reason I'm so fucked, and I'm about to
you keep feeding me nothing but shit
And tell what I'm gosh tired of it

First, I would like to attention to your verse
The reason I'm so fucked, and I'm to burst
Cause you keep me nothing but shit
And tell what I'm gosh tired of it

Now you force a revolution, choosing sides
Offer a helping to the dumb and blind
Use my like the guideline, for you to follow along
Speak up and then your tongue

You hardcore, I'm hollow
My blue collar
Working class
gets piled on

I hate all these
motherfuckers I on
I'm on a cold table
but like I'm dying on a rope or a cable

I'm unable to breath the air through my nasal hole
Masses don't me, nobody believes me
Oh, ya'll it's easy to move up like George and Weezy, exsqueeze me?

Now first, I like to call attention to your verse
The I'm so fucked, and I'm about to burst
Cause you keep feeding me but shit
And tell what I'm gosh darn of it

First, I would like to call attention to verse
The reason I'm so fucked, and I'm about to
Cause you keep me nothing but shit
And tell what I'm darn tired of it

skippy