Luyện nghe bài hát Shady XV Cypher

I'm to start a violent spark with a silent thought
I disgust you like dialogue from The Shop to The Frog
Night club, shit, I was taught if your CD's on
You had to put it out yourself Highland Park, no fire department
So you might not hear at all
But don't be if I sound off
Something just 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 might just hop in a mosh pit on some Mike and Pac shit
to box with anybody, disorderly conduct
I'll fuck around and snort a key and a fight with a locksmith
Fan of the LOX, bananas, manic, I'm in shock
Frantic, I'm trapped in a
Panic attack cause I'm
No, faggot, I mean I can't maneuver movement
'Cause I have no for improvement
I'm practically squashed, unpacked it and it
Toxic, hands are arsenic, bars, examine the content
Bar exam, of insanity
Hamilton slash Manson and Bronson
Animal snarls, jaws
mandibles, lambs to the slaughter
Looking scamp as stalking
Anthony Hopkins his hands in his pockets
Black out, Zach Galifianakis, gallons of
But that gal has some
I bet you they ring a bell when I come back and I'm
What happened, doc? I passed out
Alcohol's making me break vacant's naked
Stole a Magnum box and bag in back of a Datsun
Fell asleep watching Fear Factor and 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 made out of ostrich
And the cross is a cross mixing
Of a rhinoceros, skin, giraffe and a dolphin
Fin Dockers, OshKoshes, crotches
Swatch and sneakers matches with the Parkers
But it's like being overstaffed at a gym
With all these trainers, but I have any boxers
And I'm standing here naked, hangover, still
Like paper you write raps on,
Yo, why does it always sound I'm grabbing my nostrils?
Fuck that, I'll battle 'em all, I'll battle a
I'll stand there and yell that at a
Until the mannequin doll scatter and the inanimate
That I'm battering all shatter and
'Cause I hear the track and I'm starting to get amped
I'mma plug, I'm like the car with the cables hooked to my fucking back, I'm a Duracell
But I sure as 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 like 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 nutbag that I'm talking, who am I
You faggots are all do my bidding
Don't get dragged to the
Neiman Marcus, bags of and all
I'll push a bitch into oncoming traffic, watch this
Stretched, tinted, sedan 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 mechanical
That'll jack me off with a dispenser with a motion sensor
No emotion hence I guess this sick prick dies
I got a Magic
It's like a Magic Wand allows me to not let a blonde me
If Rousey was on the couch with the condoms out
Holding a thousand Magnums at to pounce me
laugh in response to how she dances and flaunts it around me
Her flat little badonkadonk is bouncing
And all I see is Paulie Malign now, she's in a blouse
And Madonna with mud on her, God dammit I am
I slap Linda with a lobster, throw her off a balcony
Just so she's fond of algae
now she's faceplants on the concrete
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 track 'em up, boost the energy
Klepto, I'm back to rip up, but my thing is this now
Five-finger
rapping so long I've been killing this shit, it's easy
Kidnapping your mom cause I'm still in bitch, thievery
Ransom for JonBenét Ramsey, Chandra Levy, and Condit
("Em") Paul was scared if I went back to the blonde
I relapse, get on some bullshit
Perhaps I'll launch cracker taunts at Action Bronson
Macklemore, Mac and Asher Roth
And have some and forths
And record a response to Kendrick Lamar's "Control" verse
And perform "Fack" in

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