Luyện nghe bài hát ShadyXV

I'm liable to start a violent spark with a silent
I disgust you like dialogue from the to The Wired Frog
Night club, shit, I was taught if you see these on
You had to put it out yourself Highland Park, no fire department
So you may not hear at all
But don't be alarmed if I off
just ain't right with me, dawg
A martyr on a private charter, life could be harder
regarded, highly bite me, sweetheart, I'm slightly retarded
But tonight I'm starting shit, I'm feeling righteous
I might hop in a mosh pit on some Mike Tyson and Pac shit
Looking to box with anybody, disorderly
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 in a closet
attack cause I'm claustrophobic
No, faggot, I mean I maneuver from movement
Cause I had no for improvement
I'm practically squashed, it and boxed it
Toxic, hands are arsenic, flammable bars, examine the
Bar exam, of insanity
Charles Hamilton slash and Bronson
Animal snarls, cannibal
Shark mandibles, lambs that'll
Looking skamp as stocking
Anthony Hopkins with his hands in his
out, Zach Galifianakis, gallons of Vodka
But I gallon knockers
I bet you they ring a bell when I come back and I'm
What happened, doc? I out again
Alcohol's making me break into vacant's
Stole a Magnum box and bag in back of a Doxon
Fell watching Fear Factor and Scare Tactics
Too close to the master
Poked a hole in the air mattress and it
up shortly there after, hungover
No one to wear, grasping a bear, rasped it and it
Air Max in my closet, preposterous Nikes out of ostrich
And the cross stitching is a mix
Of a rhinoceros, possum skin, giraffe and a
Dolphin fin dockers, eyes cautious, drop
watches and sneakers matches with the parkers
But it's being overstepped at a boxing gym
With all these trainers, but I don't any boxers
And I'm here naked, hangover, still wasted
paper you write raps on, obnoxious
Yo, why does it always like I'm grabbing my nostrils?
Fuck that, I'll 'em all, I'll battle 'em all
I'll stand there and yell mad at a
the mannequin doll scatter the inanimate objects
That I'm badder all, shatter and fall
Cause I hear the
And I'm to get fucking amped, I'mma spark with 'em
Like the car with the cables hooked to my 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 it's arching
I start attacking your squadron
You'll like Master Card when I'm charging
So take a swipe at me, I'm straight at you
Like Clay from the Green Bay Packers
So get the sack of
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 the Tylenol
I'll push a bitch into oncoming traffic, watch this
Stretched, tinted, sedan my ass
See I'm at you wack I drop you off at Saks Fifth Ave
In a fucking cab to go shopping
Affable guy next door is
My next whore's gon' mechanical arms
That'll jack me off with a lotion dispenser with a motion
No emotion hence I guess this sick prick 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
Holding a thousand Magnums at once, to Pounce
How I laugh in how she dances and flaunts it around me
Her little badonkadonk is bouncing around
And all I see is [?] she's slaughterhouse in a
And Madonna mud on her, got dammit I a misogynist
I slap [?] with a lobster, throw her off a
Just so happens she's of Al
Cause now faceplanting on the concrete
lack of responsibility
Half you assholes ain't strong enough to pick up a
Shit, you faggots couldn't shoplift at a shop
But I let the track lift 'em up, boost the
Klepto, I'm to rip shop up, but my thing is this now
Five finger
Been rapping so long I've been killing this shit, easy
Kidnapping your mom I'm still in this bitch, thievery
Ransom for JonBenét Ramsey, Levy, and Gary Condit
scared if I went back to the blonde
I relapse, get to some bullshit
Perhaps I'll launch some cracker taunts at Bronson
and Mac Miller and Asher Roth
Have some and forths
And record a response to Kendrick Lamar's Control verse
And perform in concert
plays]
Yo, I put that shit on a Greatest album
Now was awesome
It takes some massive to do some shit like that
I have to ponder why people 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 quadruple
Or the nose that's pointing at you, mama?
Who knows at this point, always poking so meh
Still get along with voice cause that's the monster
So do-si-do with a sociopath, who knows me knows that
What don't know is the fact Rihanna 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 an asshole
That disguise pants, but they on fire
So am I-a, wooh, Cappadonna, cut the off
Christmas, crap in your stocking
I'm up all the presents
In fucking so you can't even find 'em
Jack Santa Claus, snap antlers off
Wrap his schnoz in gauze bandage and him
Blowing the head gasket at Bed, and Beyond
Put the basket back the bath salt packets are gone
Know you really tired of me sampling Billy
But classic rock rap is the genre
Got on guitar, splashing Bizarre, Trasher and Aerosmith
And I'm a spectacular archer, count Dracula Chocula
Godzilla, dragon and Bob Dylan
Bandwagoners kicking the damn stragglers off and I'm 'em
Kim Basinger on the ass