Luyện nghe bài hát Inglorious

1]
My father died the day I came out of my hole
And left a burden on my soul I was old enough
To understand that the fucking faggot didn't like me
He loved my moms to bust a nut and then he shake Junt
Bring your pops to school for twelve years I cheated
Told the fucking faculty he was at a meeting and
Bring that dude to life day, he at the meeting
Made a U-turn on the weather like "the am I thinking"
Birthdays, Christmas my only fucking wishlist was (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 attention from my 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 only bastard in
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 worst when it to gifts
Cause I know for who or what the fuck to get
Now my momma mentioned the day before what she would
Cause she's 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 niggas in the vision rap about the they cooking in the kitchen
Pushing keys like niggas that were banging on the keys
My father never seen me, the probably Stevie
He me a hoodie, a couple albums
Like that's going to make up the and the tears
And the that my momma spent on rent and clothes
You fucking dipped out, I 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 kid down the existence, none
I give a fuck 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 what the fuck we to do?

3]
The cold is nice, and I'm not talking the weather
The is thick, no need for leather, your father called
He said you're better 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?
Fuck it, proud of her asthmatic thin fuck
on my brim Supreme keeps me warm
When the cold blood in my veins, fuck rain in the summer
The bummer is the fact I'm black
And I hang with white neos who's stays frio
Now counselor is trying to tell me that I'm emo, she don't give a fuck
D-low where's the trigger, I'll let this bullet hero