Luyện nghe bài hát Shady XV Cypher

I'm liable to start a violent with a silent thought
I disgust you like dialogue from The Shop to The Frog
Night club, shit, I was taught if CD's on fire
You had to put it out yourself like Highland Park, no department
So you might not hear at all
But don't be alarmed if I off
Something just ain't right me, dawg
A martyr on a private charter, whose could be harder?
regarded highly, bite me, sweetheart, I'm slightly retarded
But tonight I'm starting shit, I'm feeling righteous
I might hop in a mosh pit on some Mike Tyson and Pac shit
Looking to box with anybody, conduct
I'll around and snort a key and pick a fight with a locksmith
Fan of the LOX, bananas, manic, I'm in shock
Frantic, I'm in a closet
Panic attack cause I'm
No, faggot, I mean I can't maneuver movement
'Cause I no room for improvement
I'm practically squashed, unpacked it and it
Toxic, hands are arsenic, flammable bars, examine the
Bar exam, of insanity
Hamilton slash Manson and Bronson
Animal snarls, cannibal
Shark mandibles, to the slaughter
scamp as Hannibal stalking
Anthony with his hands in his pockets
out, Zach Galifianakis, gallons of Vodka
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 me break into vacant's naked
Stole a Magnum box and bag in back of a Datsun
Fell asleep watching Factor and Scare Tactics
Too close to the
Poked a in the air mattress and popped it
Woke up shortly thereafter,
No underwear, grasping a Bayer Aspirin and it
Air Max in my closet, Nikes made out of ostrich
And the cross stitching is a cross
Of a rhinoceros, skin, giraffe and a dolphin
Fin Dockers, OshKoshes, crotches
Swatch watches and sneakers matches with the
But it's like overstaffed at a boxing gym
With all these trainers, but I don't any boxers
And I'm standing here naked, hangover, still
Like you write raps on, obnoxious
Yo, why does it always sound like I'm grabbing my
Fuck that, I'll battle 'em all, battle a mall
I'll stand there and yell at a wall
the mannequin doll scatter and the inanimate objects
That I'm all shatter and fall
'Cause I hear the track and I'm starting to get amped
spark plug, I'm like the car with the cables hooked to my fucking back, I'm a Duracell
But I sure as hell got it backwards y'all could get jumped
And I'd catch the charge, but
I got a hunch your back when it's arching
When I start your squadron
You'll like MasterCard when I'm charging
So take a at me, I'm coming straight at you
Clay Matthews from the Green Bay Packers
So get the of Wisconsin
nutbag that I'm talking, who am I kidding?
You faggots are all gonna do my
Don't get dragged to the
Neiman Marcus, bags of and all
I'll push a bitch into oncoming traffic, just watch
Stretched, tinted, black my ass
See how mad you act when I you off at Saks Fifth Ave
In a taxi cab to go shopping
guy next door is laughable
My next whore's gonna have arms
That'll jack me off with a lotion dispenser with a motion
No emotion I guess this sick prick dies hard
I got a Johnson
It's a Magic Wand allows me to not let a blonde arouse me
If Ronda Rousey was on the couch the condoms out
a thousand Magnums at once to pounce me
I'll laugh in to how she dances and flaunts it around me
Her flat little badonkadonk is around
And all I see is Paulie Malign now, she's slaughterhouse in a
And Madonna mud on her, God dammit I am misogynist
I Linda Ronstadt with a lobster, throw her off a balcony
Just so she's fond of algae
'Cause now she's faceplants on the
lack of responsibility
Half you assholes ain't enough to pick up a spirit
Shit, you fags shoplift at a thrift shop
But I let the track lift 'em up, the energy
Klepto, I'm back to rip shop up, but my thing is now
Five-finger
Been rapping so long I've been killing shit, it's easy
Kidnapping your mom cause I'm in this bitch, thievery
for JonBenét Ramsey, Chandra Levy, and Gary Condit
("Em") Paul was scared that if I back to the blonde
I might relapse, get on some
Perhaps I'll some cracker taunts at Action Bronson
Macklemore, Mac and Asher Roth
And have some and forths
And record a wack to Kendrick Lamar's "Control" verse
And perform "Fack" in

Yo, I put that on a greatest hits album
Now that was
It takes some massive balls to do shit like that
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, quadruple entendre
Or the pointy that's pointing at you, mama?
Who knows at this point, always poking so meh
Still get along with this voice that's the monster
So do-si-do with a sociopath, who knows me knows that
What they don't is the fact Rihanna calls me Pinocchio, meh
She the way I lie
Sits on my and waits for my nose to grow
Pathological liar, oh, why am I such an
That my disguise is pants, but on fire
So am I-a, wooh, Cappadonna, cut the off
Sabotage Christmas, crap in stocking
I'm up all the presents
In fucking so you can't even find 'em
Santa Claus, snap Rudolph's antlers off
Wrap his schnoz in gauze and blind him
Blowing the head at Bed, Bath and Beyond
Put the basket back while the bath packets are gone, I
Know you really tired of me sampling Squier
But classic acid rap is the genre
Got Slash on guitar, splashing Bizarre, and Aerosmith
And I'm a spectacular archer, feed Dracula Chocula
Godzilla, half dragon and Bob
Bandwagoners, I'm kicking the stragglers off and I'm strangling 'em
Smack Kim on a ass