Luyện nghe bài hát Shady XV Cypher

I'm liable to start a violent spark a silent thought
I disgust you dialogue from The Shop to The Wired Frog
Night club, shit, I was taught if your CD's on
You had to put it out yourself like Highland Park, no department
So you might not sirens at all
But be alarmed if I sound off
Something just right with me, dawg
A martyr on a private charter, whose life be harder?
Widely highly, bite me, sweetheart, I'm slightly retarded
But tonight I'm starting shit, I'm self righteous
I might just hop in a mosh pit on some Tyson and Pac shit
Looking to box anybody, disorderly conduct
I'll around and snort a key and pick a fight with a locksmith
Fan of the LOX, bananas, manic, I'm going in
Frantic, I'm trapped in a
Panic attack cause I'm
No, faggot, I I can't maneuver from movement
'Cause I have no for improvement
I'm practically squashed, it and boxed it
Toxic, hands are arsenic, bars, examine the content
Bar exam, of insanity
Charles slash Manson and Bronson
snarls, cannibal jaws
Shark mandibles, lambs to the
Looking as Hannibal stalking
Anthony Hopkins his hands in his pockets
Black out, Zach Galifianakis, gallons of
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 me break into vacant's naked
Stole a Magnum box and bag Cirocs in of a Datsun
Fell watching Fear Factor and Scare Tactics
Too to the StairMaster
a hole in the air mattress and popped it
Woke up thereafter, hungover
No underwear, grasping a Bayer Aspirin and it
Air Max in my closet, preposterous Nikes made out of
And the cross stitching is a cross
Of a rhinoceros, skin, giraffe and a dolphin
Fin Dockers, OshKoshes, drop
Swatch watches and matches with the Parkers
But it's like overstaffed at a boxing gym
With all these trainers, but I have any boxers
And I'm standing here naked, hangover, wasted
Like paper you write raps on,
Yo, why does it always sound like I'm 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 scatter and the inanimate objects
That I'm battering all and fall
I hear the track and I'm starting to get fucking amped
I'mma spark plug, I'm like the car with the cables hooked to my fucking back, I'm a
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 it's
When I attacking your squadron
You'll feel like 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 sack of
nutbag that I'm talking, who am I kidding?
You faggots are all do my bidding
Don't get to the auction
Marcus, bags of Vuitton and all
I'll push a bitch into oncoming traffic, watch this
Stretched, tinted, sedan my ass
See how mad you act I drop you off at Saks Fifth Ave
In a fucking taxi cab to go
Affable guy next door is
My next whore's have mechanical arms
That'll jack me off with a dispenser with a motion sensor
No emotion hence I guess this sick dies hard
I got a Johnson
It's like a Wand allows me to not let a blonde arouse me
If Rousey was on the couch with the condoms out
a thousand Magnums at once to pounce me
I'll laugh in response to how she dances and it around me
Her flat little badonkadonk is bouncing
And all I see is Paulie now, she's slaughterhouse in a blouse
And Madonna with mud on her, God I am misogynist
I slap Ronstadt with a lobster, throw her off a balcony
Just so happens she's 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 couldn't at a thrift shop
But I let the track 'em up, boost the energy
Klepto, I'm back to rip shop up, but my is this now
Five-finger
Been rapping so long I've killing this shit, it's easy
Kidnapping your mom cause I'm still in this bitch,
Ransom for JonBenét Ramsey, Levy, and Gary Condit
("Em") Paul was scared that if I went to the blonde
I might relapse, get on some
Perhaps I'll launch some cracker taunts at Action
Macklemore, Mac and Asher Roth
And have some back and
And record a wack to Kendrick Lamar's "Control" verse
And "Fack" in concert

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 my crap so long for
What's the attraction,
Is it the that I'm a walking, talking, actual quadruple entendre
Or the nose 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, everyone who knows me knows
What they don't is the fact Rihanna calls me Pinocchio, meh
She the way I lie
on my face and waits for my nose to grow
Pathological liar, oh, why am I an asshole
my disguise is pants, but they on fire
So am I-a, wooh, Cappadonna, cut the off
Sabotage Christmas, crap in stocking
I'm up all the presents
In fucking camouflage so you can't even 'em
Santa Claus, snap Rudolph's antlers off
Wrap his schnoz in gauze bandage and him
Blowing the gasket at Bed, Bath and Beyond
Put the back while the bath salt packets are gone, I
Know you really tired of me sampling Squier
But classic rock acid rap is the
Got Slash on guitar, Bizarre, Thrasher and Aerosmith
And I'm a spectacular archer, feed count Chocula
Godzilla, half dragon and Bob
Bandwagoners, I'm kicking the damn off and I'm strangling 'em
Smack Kim on a ass