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 that the fucking faggot didn't like me much
He my moms enough to bust a nut and then he shake Junt
Bring your pops to school today for twelve I cheated
Told the fucking that he was at a meeting and
that dude to life day, he wasn't at the meeting
Made a U-turn on the weather like "the am I thinking"
Birthdays, Christmas my only fucking was CD's (and a father)
And a new fitted instead I got some
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 know it's me
Statistics say that niggas no father ain't 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 bastard in America
So I'm going to need some help, on next part
Scream it with me

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 to gifts
I ain't know for who or what the fuck to get
Now my momma the day before what she would like
Cause playing both roles like her occupation was dyke, fucking right
I ain't look to Obama and Nixon, I look up to the and Dixon's
The niggas in the vision rap about the shit they in the kitchen
Pushing keys like them niggas that banging on the keys
My father never seen me, the nigga Stevie
He bought me a hoodie, a albums
Like that's going to make up the and the tears
And the money that my momma spent on rent and
You fucking out, I swear to God if I see you
I'm a get out the M-16 and let a clip out
Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence,
I don't give a fuck either father, like son, I'm done

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

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