Luyện nghe bài hát Inglorious

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

I know I'm not the only in America
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
I ain't know for who or what the fuck to get
Now my momma mentioned the day before what she like
Cause she's playing both roles like her was dyke, fucking right
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 niggas that banging on the keys
My father never seen me, the nigga probably
He me a hoodie, a couple albums
that's going to make up the years and the tears
And the money that my momma on rent and clothes
You dipped 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 down the existence,
I don't give a either like father, like son, I'm done

[Hodgy
He ain't a fuck about me
He give a fuck about you
He give a fuck about we
So what the fuck we to do?

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