Luyện nghe bài hát Shady XV Cypher

I'm liable to start a spark with a silent thought
I disgust you like from The Shop to The Wired Frog
Night club, shit, I was taught if your on fire
You had to put it out yourself Highland Park, no fire department
So you might not hear at all
But don't be alarmed if I off
Something just right with 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 just hop in a mosh pit on some 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 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, bars, examine the content
Bar exam, of insanity
Charles slash Manson and Bronson
Animal snarls, cannibal
mandibles, lambs to the slaughter
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 out again
Alcohol's me break into vacant's naked
a Magnum box and bag Cirocs in back of a Datsun
Fell asleep watching Factor and Scare Tactics
Too to the StairMaster
Poked a hole in the air and popped it
Woke up shortly thereafter,
No underwear, grasping a Aspirin and dropped it
Air Max in my closet, Nikes made out of ostrich
And the stitching is a cross mixing
Of a rhinoceros, skin, giraffe and a dolphin
Fin Dockers, OshKoshes, drop
Swatch watches and sneakers matches the Parkers
But it's being overstaffed at a boxing gym
With all these trainers, but I have 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, battle a mall
stand there and yell that at a wall
Until the doll 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 the cables hooked 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 it's
When I start attacking your
feel like MasterCard when I'm charging
So take a at me, I'm coming straight at you
Like Clay Matthews 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 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 is laughable
My whore's gonna have mechanical arms
jack me off with a lotion dispenser with a motion sensor
No emotion hence I guess this sick prick dies
I got a Johnson
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 response to how she dances and it around me
Her flat little badonkadonk is around
And all I see is Malign now, she's slaughterhouse in a blouse
And Madonna mud on her, God dammit I am misogynist
I slap Linda Ronstadt with a lobster, her off a balcony
so happens she's fond of algae
'Cause now faceplants on the concrete
lack of responsibility
Half you assholes ain't strong enough to up a spirit
Shit, you fags shoplift at a thrift shop
But I let the track lift 'em up, boost the
Klepto, I'm back to rip up, but my thing is this now
Five-finger
Been rapping so long been killing this shit, it's easy
Kidnapping your mom cause I'm still in this bitch,
Ransom for Ramsey, Chandra Levy, and Gary Condit
("Em") Paul was scared that if I back to the blonde
I relapse, get on some bullshit
Perhaps I'll some cracker taunts at Action Bronson
Macklemore, Mac Miller and Roth
And have back and forths
And a wack response to Kendrick Lamar's "Control" verse
And perform "Fack" in

Yo, I put shit on a greatest hits album
Now was awesome
It takes some massive balls to do some like that
Sometimes I have to ponder why people are
(I'll around)
And put up with my so long for
What's the attraction,
Is it the fact that I'm a walking, talking, actual entendre
Or the pointy that's pointing at you, mama?
Who knows at this point, it's always so meh
Still get along with this voice cause the monster
So do-si-do with a sociopath, 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 for my nose to grow
liar, oh, why am I such an asshole
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 camouflage so you can't even find 'em
Jack Claus, snap Rudolph's antlers off
Wrap his in gauze bandage and blind him
the head 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 rock acid rap is the genre
Got Slash on guitar, Bizarre, Thrasher and Aerosmith
And I'm a spectacular archer, feed Dracula Chocula
Godzilla, half dragon and Bob
Bandwagoners, I'm kicking the damn off and I'm strangling 'em
Smack Kim on a ass