Luyện nghe bài hát Shady XV Cypher

I'm liable to start a violent spark with a thought
I you like dialogue from The Shop to The Wired Frog
Night club, shit, I was taught if CD's on fire
You had to put it out yourself Highland Park, no fire department
So you might not sirens at all
But don't be if I sound off
just ain't right with me, dawg
A martyr on a private charter, whose life could be
regarded highly, bite me, sweetheart, I'm slightly retarded
But I'm starting shit, I'm feeling self righteous
I just hop in a mosh pit on some Mike Tyson and Pac shit
Looking to box with anybody, disorderly
I'll fuck around and snort a key and pick a with a locksmith
Fan of the LOX, bananas, manic, I'm in shock
Frantic, I'm in a closet
attack cause I'm claustrophobic
No, faggot, I mean I can't maneuver movement
'Cause I no room for improvement
I'm practically squashed, it and boxed it
Toxic, hands are arsenic, flammable bars, examine the
Bar exam, start of
Charles Hamilton slash and Bronson
snarls, cannibal jaws
Shark mandibles, lambs to the
scamp as Hannibal stalking
Anthony Hopkins his hands in his pockets
Black out, Zach Galifianakis, of Vodka
But gal has some knockers
I bet you they ring a bell when I back and I'm conscious
What happened, doc? I passed out
Alcohol's making me break into naked
Stole a box and bag Cirocs in back of a Datsun
Fell asleep watching Factor and Scare Tactics
Too close to the
Poked a hole in the air mattress and it
Woke up shortly thereafter,
No underwear, grasping a Aspirin and dropped it
Air Max in my closet, preposterous Nikes made out of
And the cross stitching is a mixing
Of a rhinoceros, skin, giraffe and a dolphin
Fin Dockers, OshKoshes, crotches
Swatch watches and sneakers matches with the
But like being overstaffed at a boxing gym
With all trainers, but I don't have any boxers
And I'm standing naked, hangover, still wasted
Like paper you write on, obnoxious
Yo, why does it always sound I'm grabbing my nostrils?
Fuck that, I'll 'em all, I'll battle a mall
I'll stand and yell that at a wall
the mannequin doll scatter and the inanimate objects
That I'm battering all and fall
'Cause I hear the and I'm starting to get fucking amped
spark plug, I'm like the car with the cables hooked to my fucking back, I'm a Duracell
But I as hell got it backwards cause y'all could get jumped
And I'd catch the charge, but
I got a hunch like your back when arching
When I attacking your squadron
You'll feel MasterCard when I'm charging
So a swipe at me, I'm coming straight at you
Like Clay Matthews from the Bay Packers
So get the of Wisconsin
That's that I'm talking, who am I kidding?
You faggots are all gonna do my
get dragged to the auction
Neiman Marcus, bags of and all
I'll push a bitch into traffic, just watch this
Stretched, tinted, black my ass
See how mad you act when I drop you off at Fifth Ave
In a fucking taxi cab to go
Affable guy next is laughable
My next whore's gonna have arms
That'll jack me off with a lotion dispenser with a sensor
No emotion hence I guess this prick dies hard
I got a Magic
It's a Magic Wand allows me to not let a blonde arouse me
If Rousey was on the couch with the condoms out
Holding a Magnums at once to pounce me
I'll laugh in to how she dances and flaunts it around me
Her flat little is bouncing around
And all I see is Paulie Malign now, she's in a blouse
And with mud on her, God dammit I am misogynist
I slap Ronstadt with a lobster, throw her off a balcony
Just so happens she's fond of
'Cause now she's faceplants on the
Complete lack of
Half you assholes ain't strong enough to up a spirit
Shit, you fags shoplift at a thrift shop
But I let the lift 'em up, boost the energy
Klepto, I'm back to rip shop up, but my is this now
discount
Been rapping so long I've been killing this shit, it's
Kidnapping your mom I'm still in this bitch, thievery
Ransom for JonBenét Ramsey, Chandra Levy, and Gary
("Em") Paul was scared that if I back to the blonde
I might relapse, get on bullshit
Perhaps I'll launch cracker taunts at Action Bronson
Macklemore, Mac Miller and Roth
And some back and forths
And a wack response to Kendrick Lamar's "Control" verse
And perform "Fack" in

Yo, I put that shit on a greatest album
Now that was
It takes some massive balls to do shit like that
Sometimes I have to why people are like
(I'll around)
And put up with my crap so for
What's the attraction,
Is it the fact that I'm a walking, talking, actual entendre
Or the pointy that's pointing at you, mama?
Who knows at point, it's always poking so meh
Still get with this voice cause that's the monster
So do-si-do with a sociopath, who knows me knows that
What they don't know is the fact Rihanna me Pinocchio, meh
She the way I lie
Sits on my face and waits for my nose to
liar, oh, why am I such an asshole
That my disguise is pants, but they on
So am I-a, wooh, Cappadonna, cut the off
Sabotage Christmas, crap in your
I'm wrapping up all the
In fucking so you can't even find 'em
Jack Santa Claus, snap Rudolph's off
Wrap his schnoz in bandage and blind him
Blowing the head gasket at Bed, and Beyond
Put the basket back while the salt packets are gone, I
Know you really of me sampling Billy Squier
But classic rock rap is the genre
Got Slash on guitar, splashing Bizarre, and Aerosmith
And I'm a spectacular archer, feed count Chocula
Godzilla, dragon and Bob Dylan
Bandwagoners, I'm kicking the damn off and I'm strangling 'em
Smack Kim on a ass