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 Wired
Night club, shit, I was taught if your on fire
You had to put it out like Highland Park, no fire department
So you not hear sirens at all
But don't be alarmed if I off
Something just ain't with me, dawg
A martyr on a private charter, whose life be harder?
regarded highly, bite me, sweetheart, I'm slightly retarded
But tonight I'm starting shit, I'm feeling righteous
I might just hop in a mosh pit on some Mike Tyson and Pac
Looking to box with anybody, disorderly
I'll fuck around and 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 I'm claustrophobic
No, faggot, I I can't maneuver from movement
'Cause I have no for improvement
I'm squashed, unpacked it and boxed it
Toxic, hands are arsenic, flammable bars, the content
Bar exam, start of
Charles Hamilton slash and Bronson
Animal snarls, cannibal
mandibles, lambs to the slaughter
Looking scamp as stalking
Hopkins with his hands in his pockets
Black out, Galifianakis, gallons of Vodka
But that gal has knockers
I bet you they ring a when I come back and I'm conscious
What happened, doc? I passed out
Alcohol's making me break into vacant's
Stole a Magnum box and bag Cirocs in back of a
asleep watching Fear Factor and Scare Tactics
Too close to the
Poked a hole in the air mattress and it
up shortly thereafter, hungover
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, possum skin, giraffe and a
Fin Dockers, OshKoshes, drop
watches and sneakers matches with the Parkers
But like being overstaffed at a boxing gym
With all these trainers, but I don't any boxers
And I'm standing here naked, hangover, still
paper you write raps on, obnoxious
Yo, why does it always sound like I'm grabbing my
Fuck that, I'll battle 'em all, I'll 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 hear the track and I'm starting to get fucking
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 cause y'all could get jumped
And I'd catch the charge, but
I got a hunch like back when it's arching
When I attacking your squadron
You'll feel MasterCard 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 of Wisconsin
That's that I'm talking, who am I kidding?
You faggots are all do my bidding
get dragged to the auction
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 taxi cab to go shopping
guy next door is laughable
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 Magic
It's like a Magic allows me to not let a blonde arouse me
If Ronda was on the couch with 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 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 fond of algae
'Cause now she's faceplants on the
Complete lack of
Half you assholes ain't strong enough to pick up a
Shit, you fags shoplift at a thrift shop
But I let the track 'em up, boost the energy
Klepto, I'm back to rip shop up, but my thing is now
discount
Been rapping so long I've been killing this shit, it's
Kidnapping your mom I'm still in this bitch, thievery
Ransom for JonBenét Ramsey, Chandra Levy, and Gary
("Em") was scared 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 Miller and Roth
And have some back and
And record a wack response to Kendrick Lamar's "Control"
And "Fack" in concert

Yo, I put that shit on a greatest album
Now was awesome
It takes some massive balls to do some like that
Sometimes I have to ponder why are like
(I'll around)
And put up with my crap so for
the attraction, mama?
Is it the fact that I'm a walking, talking, actual entendre
Or the pointy nose that's pointing at you,
Who at this point, it's always poking so meh
Still get along with this voice that's the monster
So with 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 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 stocking
I'm up all the presents
In camouflage so you can't even find 'em
Santa Claus, snap Rudolph's antlers off
Wrap his schnoz in gauze bandage and him
Blowing the head gasket at Bed, Bath and
Put the basket back while the salt packets are gone, I
Know you tired of me sampling Billy Squier
But classic rock rap is the genre
Got Slash on guitar, Bizarre, Thrasher and Aerosmith
And I'm a spectacular archer, count Dracula Chocula
Godzilla, half dragon and Bob
Bandwagoners, I'm the damn stragglers off and I'm strangling 'em
Kim Basinger on a ass