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 your on fire
You had to put it out yourself like Park, no fire department
So you might not sirens at all
But be alarmed if I sound off
Something just ain't right with me,
A martyr on a charter, whose life could be harder?
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 Mike Tyson and Pac shit
Looking to box with anybody, conduct
I'll fuck around and snort a key and pick a with a locksmith
Fan of the LOX, bananas, manic, I'm going in
Frantic, I'm in a closet
Panic cause I'm claustrophobic
No, faggot, I mean I can't maneuver movement
'Cause I have no room for
I'm practically squashed, it and boxed it
Toxic, hands are arsenic, flammable bars, the content
Bar exam, start of
Hamilton slash Manson and Bronson
Animal snarls, jaws
Shark mandibles, lambs to the
scamp as Hannibal stalking
Anthony with his hands in his pockets
Black out, Galifianakis, gallons of Vodka
But gal has some knockers
I bet you ring a bell when I come back and I'm conscious
happened, doc? I passed out again
Alcohol's making me break into naked
Stole a Magnum box and bag Cirocs in of a Datsun
asleep watching Fear Factor and Scare Tactics
Too close to the
Poked a hole in the air mattress and it
Woke up shortly thereafter,
No underwear, a Bayer Aspirin and dropped it
Air Max in my closet, Nikes made out of ostrich
And the stitching is a cross mixing
Of a rhinoceros, possum skin, giraffe and a
Fin Dockers, OshKoshes, drop
Swatch and sneakers matches with the Parkers
But it's like being at a boxing gym
With all these trainers, but I don't any boxers
And I'm here naked, hangover, still wasted
Like paper you write on, obnoxious
Yo, why does it sound like I'm grabbing my nostrils?
Fuck that, battle 'em all, I'll battle a mall
I'll stand there and yell that at a
Until the mannequin doll scatter and the inanimate
That I'm all shatter and fall
'Cause I hear the and I'm starting to get fucking amped
I'mma spark plug, I'm like the car with the cables to my fucking back, I'm a Duracell
But I sure as hell got it backwards cause 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 like when I'm charging
So take a swipe at me, I'm coming at you
Like Clay Matthews the Green Bay Packers
So get the sack of
That's nutbag that I'm talking, who am I
You are all gonna do my bidding
get dragged to the auction
Neiman Marcus, bags of and all
I'll push a bitch into oncoming traffic, just this
Stretched, tinted, black my ass
See how mad you act when I drop you off at Saks Ave
In a taxi cab to go shopping
Affable guy next door is
My next whore's have mechanical arms
That'll me off with a lotion dispenser with a motion sensor
No hence I guess this sick prick dies hard
I got a Johnson
It's like a 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 little badonkadonk is bouncing around
And all I see is Malign now, she's slaughterhouse in a blouse
And Madonna with mud on her, God dammit I am
I Linda Ronstadt with a lobster, throw her off a balcony
Just so happens she's fond of
now she's faceplants on the concrete
Complete lack of
Half you assholes ain't strong to pick up a spirit
Shit, you fags couldn't at a thrift shop
But I let the lift 'em up, boost the energy
Klepto, I'm to rip shop up, but my thing is this now
discount
Been rapping so long I've been this shit, it's easy
Kidnapping mom cause I'm still in this bitch, thievery
Ransom for Ramsey, Chandra Levy, and Gary Condit
("Em") Paul was that if I went back to the blonde
I might relapse, get on bullshit
Perhaps I'll some cracker taunts at Action Bronson
Macklemore, Mac and Asher Roth
And some back and forths
And record a wack response to Kendrick Lamar's "Control"
And "Fack" in concert

Yo, I put that shit on a greatest album
Now that was
It takes some massive balls to do some like that
I have 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 nose that's pointing at you,
Who knows at this point, always poking so meh
Still get along with this voice cause that's the
So do-si-do a sociopath, everyone who knows me knows that
What they don't know is the fact calls 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
Christmas, crap in your stocking
I'm wrapping up all the
In fucking camouflage so you can't find 'em
Jack Santa Claus, Rudolph's antlers off
his schnoz in gauze bandage and blind him
Blowing the head gasket at Bed, and Beyond
Put the basket while the bath salt packets are gone, I
you really tired of me sampling Billy Squier
But rock acid rap is the genre
Got on guitar, splashing Bizarre, Thrasher and Aerosmith
And I'm a archer, feed count Dracula Chocula
Godzilla, half dragon and Bob
Bandwagoners, I'm kicking the damn off and I'm strangling 'em
Kim Basinger on a ass