Luyện nghe bài hát Inglorious

1]
My father the day I came out of my mother's hole
And a burden on my soul until I was old enough
To understand that the fucking faggot didn't like me
He loved my moms enough to bust a nut and then he Junt
Bring your pops to today for twelve years I cheated
Told the fucking faculty he was at a meeting and
Bring dude to life day, he wasn't at the meeting
Made a U-turn on the weather like "the am I thinking"
Birthdays, my only fucking wishlist was CD's (and a father)
And a new fitted I got some CD's
I hated Ritalin, some white socks
I was hyper because I get attention from my real pops
Cops say I'm supposed to be in jail but they don't know me
Statistics say that niggas with no father going to be shit
I guess I had one because nigga I'm it
You smell that? the odor of success bitch

I know I'm not the only bastard in
So I'm going to need some help, on this next
Scream it me niggas

you (I'm good)
you (I graduated)
you (I'm good)
you (I'm good)
Nigga (I'm good)
you (I'm good)
Got a car (Fuck you)
Eat a nigga, bitch

2]
Father's Day was the worst when it came to
Cause I ain't for who or what the fuck to get
Now my momma mentioned the day what she would like
Cause she's playing both roles like her occupation was dyke, fucking
I ain't look to Obama and Nixon, I up to the Hugo's and Dixon's
The niggas in the rap about the shit they cooking in the kitchen
Pushing keys like them that were banging on the keys
My father never seen me, the nigga probably
He bought me a hoodie, a couple
Like going to make up the years and the tears
And the money my momma spent on rent and clothes
You fucking out, I swear to God if I see you
I'm a get out the and let a fucking clip out
Cause in 16 years, you let your kid the existence, none
I give a fuck either like father, like son, I'm done

Beats]
He give a fuck about me
He give a fuck about you
He ain't give a fuck we
So the fuck we going to do?

3]
The cold is nice, and I'm not talking about the
The skin is thick, no need for leather, father called
He said you're better without him, I'm not the fuck
them, how to tie a tie and how to get your suit hemmed up
Take it to the shop, what?
Fuck it, proud of her asthmatic thin fuck
Luck on my brim keeps me warm
When the cold blood swarms in my veins, fuck in the summer
The bummer is the fact I'm black
And I hang with white who's nero stays frio
Now this counselor is trying to tell me that I'm emo, she give a fuck
D-low where's the trigger, I'll let this bullet hero