Luyện nghe bài hát Inglorious

1]
My father died the day I 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 loved my moms enough to bust a nut and then he shake
Bring your pops to school today for twelve I cheated
the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and
Bring that dude to day, he wasn't at the meeting
Made a on the weather like "the fuck am I thinking"
Birthdays, Christmas my only fucking was CD's (and a father)
And a new fitted instead I got CD's
I hated Ritalin, some white socks
I was hyper because I didn't get from my real pops
Cops say I'm to be in jail but they don't know it's me
Statistics say that with no father ain't going to be shit
Well I guess I had one nigga I'm it
You smell that? That's the of success bitch

I know I'm not the only in America
So I'm going to need help, on this next 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 dick nigga,

2]
Father's Day was the worst when it to gifts
Cause I ain't know for who or the fuck to get
Now my momma mentioned the day what she would like
Cause she's playing roles like her occupation was dyke, fucking right
I ain't look to and Nixon, I look up to the Hugo's and Dixon's
The niggas in the vision rap about the they cooking in the kitchen
Pushing keys like them niggas that were on the keys
My father never me, the nigga probably Stevie
He me a hoodie, a couple albums
Like that's 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 M-16 and let a fucking out
Cause in 16 years, you let your kid the existence, none
I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, I'm

[Hodgy
He ain't give a about me
He ain't give a about 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 the weather
The skin is thick, no need for leather, 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
it to the shop, then what?
Fuck it, momma's proud of her thin fuck
Luck on my brim keeps me warm
the cold blood swarms 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 this is trying to tell me that I'm emo, she don't give a fuck
where's the trigger, I'll let this bullet play hero