Luyện nghe bài hát Inglorious

1]
My died 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 me much
He my moms enough to bust a nut and then he shake Junt
your pops to school today for twelve years I cheated
Told the fucking faculty that he was at a and
Bring that to life day, he wasn't at the meeting
Made a U-turn on the weather "the fuck am I thinking"
Birthdays, Christmas my only fucking wishlist was (and a father)
And a new instead I got some CD's
I hated some Ritalin, some white
I was hyper because I didn't get attention from my pops
Cops say I'm supposed to be in but they don't know it's me
Statistics say niggas with no father ain't going to be shit
Well I guess I had one because 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 part
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 know for who or the fuck to get
Now my momma mentioned the day 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 Hugo's and
The niggas in the rap about the shit they cooking in the kitchen
Pushing like them niggas that were banging on the keys
My father never seen me, the probably Stevie
He bought me a hoodie, a albums
Like that's going to make up the years and the
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 M-16 and let a fucking out
in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none
I don't give a either like father, like son, I'm done

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

3]
The cold is nice, and I'm not about the weather
The is thick, no need for leather, your father called
He said you're better without him, I'm not the fuck
Without them, how to tie a tie and how to get your suit up
Take it to the shop, then
Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic 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 neos who's nero stays
Now this counselor is trying to me that I'm emo, she don't give a fuck
D-low where's the trigger, I'll let bullet play hero