Luyện nghe bài hát Inglorious

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

I know I'm not the bastard in America
So I'm going to need some help, on 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 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 and Nixon, I look up to the Hugo's and Dixon's
The in the vision rap about the shit they cooking in the kitchen
Pushing keys like them niggas that banging on the keys
My father never me, the nigga probably Stevie
He bought me a hoodie, a albums
Like that's going to up the years and the tears
And the money my momma spent 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 down the existence,
I don't give a fuck either father, like son, I'm done

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

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