Luyện nghe bài hát Shady XV Cypher

I'm liable to start a spark with a silent thought
I disgust you 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 like Highland Park, no fire department
So you might not sirens at all
But don't be if I sound off
Something ain't right with me, dawg
A martyr on a private charter, life could be harder?
Widely 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 Mike Tyson and Pac shit
Looking to box with anybody, conduct
fuck 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 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, bars, examine the content
Bar exam, of insanity
Charles Hamilton slash and Bronson
Animal snarls, cannibal
mandibles, lambs to the slaughter
Looking as Hannibal stalking
Hopkins with his hands in his pockets
Black out, Zach Galifianakis, gallons of
But that gal has knockers
I bet you they ring a when I come back and I'm conscious
What happened, doc? I out again
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 to the StairMaster
Poked a hole in the air and popped 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 mixing
Of a rhinoceros, possum skin, and a dolphin
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 standing here naked, hangover, wasted
paper you write raps on, obnoxious
Yo, why it always sound like I'm grabbing my nostrils?
that, I'll battle 'em all, I'll battle a mall
I'll there and yell that at a wall
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
I'mma spark plug, I'm like the car with the hooked to my fucking back, I'm a Duracell
But I sure as hell got it backwards cause y'all get jumped
And I'd catch the charge, but
I got a like your back when it's arching
When I start your squadron
You'll feel like MasterCard when I'm
So take a swipe at me, I'm coming at you
Clay Matthews from the Green Bay Packers
So get the of Wisconsin
That's nutbag I'm talking, who am I kidding?
You are all gonna do my bidding
Don't get dragged to the
Marcus, bags of Vuitton and all
I'll a bitch into oncoming traffic, just watch this
Stretched, tinted, black 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 next whore's have mechanical arms
jack me off with a lotion dispenser with a motion sensor
No emotion hence I guess this prick dies hard
I got a Johnson
It's a Magic Wand allows me to not let a blonde arouse me
If Ronda was on the couch with the condoms out
Holding a thousand Magnums at once to me
I'll laugh in response to how she dances and flaunts it me
Her flat little badonkadonk is around
And all I see is Paulie Malign now, she's in a blouse
And Madonna mud on her, God dammit I am misogynist
I slap Linda Ronstadt with a lobster, throw her off a
so happens she's fond of algae
'Cause now she's faceplants on the
Complete of responsibility
Half you assholes ain't strong to pick up a spirit
Shit, you couldn't shoplift at a thrift shop
But I let the track lift 'em up, the energy
Klepto, I'm back to rip shop up, but my thing is now
discount
Been rapping so long I've killing this shit, it's easy
Kidnapping your mom I'm still in this bitch, thievery
Ransom for JonBenét Ramsey, Levy, and Gary Condit
("Em") Paul was scared if I went back to the blonde
I might relapse, get on bullshit
Perhaps I'll launch some cracker taunts at Action
Macklemore, Mac Miller and Asher
And have some and forths
And record a wack response to Lamar's "Control" verse
And perform "Fack" in

Yo, I put that shit on a hits album
Now was awesome
It takes some massive balls to do shit like that
Sometimes I to ponder why people are like
(I'll around)
And put up with my crap so 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 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 knows me knows
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 your
I'm wrapping up all the
In fucking camouflage so you even find 'em
Jack Santa Claus, snap antlers off
his schnoz in gauze bandage and blind him
Blowing the head gasket at Bed, and Beyond
Put the basket back 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, splashing Bizarre, and Aerosmith
And I'm a spectacular archer, feed count Dracula
Godzilla, half and Bob Dylan
Bandwagoners, I'm kicking the damn stragglers off and I'm 'em
Kim Basinger on a ass