Luyện nghe bài hát Inglorious

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

I know I'm not the bastard in America
So I'm going to need help, on this 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 when it came to gifts
Cause I ain't know for who or what the to get
Now my momma mentioned the day before she would like
Cause playing both roles like her occupation was dyke, fucking right
I look to Obama 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
keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys
My father never seen me, the probably Stevie
He bought me a hoodie, a couple
Like that's going to make up the and the tears
And the money that my momma 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 fuck like father, like son, I'm done

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

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