Luyện nghe bài hát Shady XV Cypher

I'm liable to a violent spark with a silent thought
I disgust you like dialogue from The Shop to The Frog
Night club, shit, I was taught if your CD's on
You had to put it out yourself like Highland Park, no fire
So you might not hear at all
But don't be if I sound off
Something just ain't with me, dawg
A martyr on a private charter, whose life be harder?
Widely highly, bite me, sweetheart, I'm slightly retarded
But I'm starting shit, I'm feeling self righteous
I just hop in a mosh pit on some Mike Tyson and Pac shit
Looking to box anybody, disorderly 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 trapped in a
Panic cause I'm claustrophobic
No, faggot, I mean I maneuver from movement
'Cause I have no for improvement
I'm practically squashed, unpacked it and it
Toxic, hands are arsenic, flammable bars, examine the
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 in his pockets
Black out, Zach Galifianakis, of Vodka
But that gal has some
I bet you they a bell when I come back and I'm conscious
What happened, I passed out again
Alcohol's making me break vacant's naked
Stole a box and bag Cirocs in back of a Datsun
Fell asleep watching Fear Factor and Scare
Too to the StairMaster
a hole in the air mattress and popped it
Woke up thereafter, hungover
No underwear, grasping a Aspirin and dropped it
Air Max in my closet, preposterous Nikes made out of
And the cross stitching is a mixing
Of a rhinoceros, possum skin, and a dolphin
Fin Dockers, OshKoshes, crotches
Swatch and sneakers matches with the Parkers
But it's like being overstaffed at a gym
With all trainers, but I don't have any boxers
And I'm here naked, hangover, still wasted
Like paper you write raps on,
Yo, why does it sound like I'm grabbing my nostrils?
Fuck that, I'll battle 'em all, I'll a mall
stand there and yell that at a wall
Until the mannequin doll scatter and the inanimate
That I'm battering all shatter and
'Cause I hear the track and I'm starting to get fucking
I'mma spark plug, I'm like the car with the cables hooked to my back, I'm a Duracell
But I as hell got it backwards 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 start your squadron
You'll feel like when I'm charging
So take a swipe at me, I'm 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
get dragged to the auction
Neiman Marcus, bags of and all
I'll push a bitch into traffic, just watch this
Stretched, tinted, sedan my ass
See how mad you act when I drop you off at Fifth Ave
In a fucking taxi cab to go
guy next door is laughable
My next whore's gonna have mechanical
That'll jack me off with a lotion dispenser with a sensor
No emotion hence I guess this sick dies hard
I got a Johnson
It's like a Magic Wand allows me to not let a blonde me
If Ronda was on the couch with the condoms out
Holding a thousand Magnums at to pounce me
laugh in response to how she dances and flaunts it around me
Her flat badonkadonk is bouncing around
And all I see is Paulie Malign now, she's slaughterhouse in a
And Madonna with mud on her, God I am misogynist
I slap Linda Ronstadt a lobster, throw her off a balcony
Just so happens fond of algae
'Cause now she's faceplants on the
Complete of responsibility
Half you assholes ain't strong enough to pick up a
Shit, you couldn't shoplift at a thrift shop
But I let the lift 'em up, boost the energy
Klepto, I'm back to rip shop up, but my is this now
Five-finger
Been rapping so I've been killing this shit, it's easy
Kidnapping your mom I'm still in this bitch, thievery
for JonBenét Ramsey, Chandra Levy, and Gary Condit
("Em") was scared that if I went back to the blonde
I might relapse, get on some
Perhaps I'll launch some cracker at Action Bronson
Macklemore, Mac Miller and Asher
And have some back and
And record a wack response to Kendrick "Control" verse
And "Fack" in concert

Yo, I put that shit on a greatest album
Now that was
It takes some massive balls to do some like that
Sometimes I have to ponder why are like
(I'll around)
And put up my crap so long for
the attraction, mama?
Is it the that I'm a walking, talking, actual quadruple entendre
Or the pointy nose that's at you, mama?
Who at this point, it's always poking so meh
Still get along with this cause that's the monster
So do-si-do with a sociopath, everyone who knows me knows
What they don't know is the Rihanna calls me Pinocchio, meh
She the way I lie
Sits on my face and waits for my to grow
liar, oh, why am I such an asshole
That my disguise is pants, but they on
So am I-a, wooh, Cappadonna, cut the off
Christmas, crap in your stocking
I'm wrapping up all the
In fucking camouflage so you can't find 'em
Jack Santa Claus, Rudolph's antlers off
Wrap his schnoz in gauze and blind him
Blowing the head at Bed, Bath and Beyond
Put the back while the bath salt packets are gone, I
Know you really tired of me sampling Billy
But classic rock rap is the genre
Got Slash on guitar, Bizarre, Thrasher and Aerosmith
And I'm a spectacular archer, feed count Dracula
Godzilla, half dragon and Bob
Bandwagoners, I'm kicking the damn off and I'm strangling 'em
Smack Kim on a ass