Luyện nghe bài hát Shady XV Cypher

I'm liable to start a violent spark a silent thought
I you like dialogue from The Shop to The Wired Frog
Night club, shit, I was if your 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 if I sound off
Something just ain't right me, dawg
A martyr on a charter, whose life could be harder?
Widely regarded highly, bite me, sweetheart, I'm slightly
But tonight I'm starting shit, I'm 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 and snort a key and pick a fight 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 I can't maneuver from movement
'Cause I have no room for
I'm squashed, unpacked it and boxed it
Toxic, hands are arsenic, bars, examine the content
Bar exam, start of
Charles Hamilton Manson and Bronson
Animal snarls, jaws
Shark mandibles, lambs to the
Looking scamp as stalking
Anthony Hopkins with his hands in his
out, Zach Galifianakis, gallons of Vodka
But gal has some knockers
I bet you they ring a bell when I come and I'm conscious
What happened, doc? I passed out
Alcohol's me break into vacant's naked
a Magnum box and bag Cirocs in back of a Datsun
Fell asleep watching Fear Factor and Tactics
Too close to the
a hole in the air mattress and popped it
Woke up shortly thereafter,
No underwear, a Bayer Aspirin and dropped it
Air Max in my closet, preposterous made out of ostrich
And the cross stitching is a mixing
Of a rhinoceros, possum skin, giraffe and a
Fin Dockers, OshKoshes, crotches
Swatch watches and sneakers with the Parkers
But it's like overstaffed at a boxing gym
With all these trainers, but I have any boxers
And I'm here naked, hangover, still wasted
paper you write raps on, obnoxious
Yo, why does it always like I'm grabbing my nostrils?
that, I'll battle 'em all, I'll battle a mall
I'll stand there and yell that at a
Until the mannequin scatter and the inanimate objects
I'm battering all shatter and fall
'Cause I the track 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 y'all could get
And I'd catch the charge, but
I got a hunch like your back when arching
When I start your squadron
feel like MasterCard when I'm charging
So a swipe at me, I'm coming straight at you
Clay Matthews from the Green Bay Packers
So get the of Wisconsin
That's nutbag that I'm talking, who am I
You faggots are all do my bidding
get dragged to the auction
Neiman Marcus, bags of and all
I'll push a into oncoming traffic, just watch this
Stretched, tinted, sedan 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 gonna mechanical arms
That'll jack me off with a lotion dispenser a motion sensor
No emotion I guess this sick prick dies hard
I got a Magic
like a Magic Wand allows me to not let a blonde arouse me
If Ronda Rousey was on the couch the condoms out
Holding a thousand Magnums at once to me
I'll laugh in response to how she and flaunts it around me
Her flat little badonkadonk is around
And all I see is Malign now, she's slaughterhouse in a blouse
And with mud on her, God dammit I am misogynist
I slap Linda Ronstadt with a lobster, 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 enough to pick up a spirit
Shit, you fags couldn't shoplift at a shop
But I let the lift 'em up, boost the energy
Klepto, I'm to rip shop up, but my thing is this now
Five-finger
Been rapping so I've been killing this shit, it's easy
Kidnapping your mom cause I'm still in 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
I'll launch some cracker taunts at Action Bronson
Macklemore, Mac and Asher Roth
And have some back and
And record a 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 balls to do some shit like that
Sometimes I have to ponder why people are
(I'll around)
And put up with my so long for
the attraction, mama?
Is it the fact that I'm a walking, talking, actual quadruple
Or the nose that's pointing at you, mama?
Who at this point, it's always poking so meh
Still get along with this voice that's the monster
So do-si-do with a sociopath, everyone who me knows that
What they don't know is the fact Rihanna me Pinocchio, meh
She the way I lie
on my face and waits for my nose 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, crap in your
I'm wrapping up all the
In fucking so you can't even find 'em
Jack Claus, snap Rudolph's antlers off
his schnoz in gauze bandage and blind him
Blowing the gasket 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 rock rap is the genre
Got Slash on guitar, splashing Bizarre, Thrasher and
And I'm a spectacular archer, feed count Chocula
Godzilla, dragon and Bob Dylan
Bandwagoners, I'm kicking the stragglers off and I'm strangling 'em
Smack Kim on a ass