Luyện nghe bài hát ShadyXV

I'm liable to start a spark with a silent thought
I disgust you like dialogue the shop 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 sirens at all
But don't be alarmed if I off
Something just ain't right with me,
A martyr on a private charter, whose could be harder
Widely regarded, bite me, sweetheart, I'm slightly retarded
But tonight I'm starting shit, I'm feeling self
I might just hop in a mosh pit on some Mike Tyson and Pac
Looking to box with anybody, conduct
I'll fuck around and snort a key and pick a fight a locksmith
Fan of the LOX, bananas, manic, I'm in shock
Frantic, I'm trapped in a
Panic cause I'm claustrophobic
No, faggot, I I can't maneuver from movement
Cause I had no for improvement
I'm practically squashed, it and boxed it
Toxic, are arsenic, flammable bars, examine the content
Bar exam, start of
Hamilton slash Manson and Bronson
Animal snarls, cannibal
mandibles, lambs that'll slaughter
Looking as Hannibal stocking
Anthony with his hands in his pockets
Black out, Zach Galifianakis, of Vodka
But I gallon some
I bet you they ring a bell when I come and I'm conscious
What happened, I passed out again
Alcohol's making me break into vacant's
Stole a Magnum box and bag Cirocs in back of a
Fell asleep Fear Factor and Scare Tactics
Too close to the stair
Poked a in the air mattress and popped it
Woke up there after, hungover
No one to wear, a bear, rasped it and dropped it
Air Max in my closet, Nikes made out of ostrich
And the stitching is a cross mix
Of a rhinoceros, possum skin, giraffe and a
Dolphin fin dockers, eyes cautious, drop
Swats and sneakers matches with the parkers
But it's like being at a boxing gym
With all these trainers, but I don't have any
And I'm standing here naked, hangover, still
Like paper you write on, obnoxious
Yo, why does it always sound like I'm my nostrils?
Fuck that, I'll battle 'em all, battle 'em all
I'll there and yell mad at a wall
Until the mannequin scatter the inanimate objects
I'm badder than all, shatter and fall
Cause I the track
And I'm starting to get fucking amped, spark with 'em
Like the car with the cables hooked to my fucking back, I'm a
But I sure as hell got it cause y'all could get jumped
And I'd catch the charge, but
I got a like your back when it's arching
When I start attacking your
You'll feel like Card when I'm charging
So take a swipe at me, I'm coming at you
Like Matthews from the Green Bay Packers
So get the sack of
That's nutbag I'm talking, who am I kidding?
You faggots are all gonna do my
Don't get dragged to the
Neiman Marcus, bags of the
I'll push a bitch into oncoming traffic, just watch
Stretched, tinted, sedan my ass
See I'm at you wack when I you off at Saks Fifth Ave
In a taxi cab to go shopping
guy next door is laughable
My next whore's gon' mechanical arms
jack me off with a lotion dispenser with a motion sensor
No emotion hence I guess this sick prick hard
I got a Magic
It's like a magic wand allows me to not let a blonde me
If Ronda Rousey was on the couch, the condoms out
Holding a Magnums at once, Wants to Pounce
How I laugh in response how she and flaunts it around me
Her flat little is bouncing around
And all I see is [?] slaughterhouse in a blouse
And Madonna mud on her, got dammit I a misogynist
I [?] with a lobster, throw her off a balcony
so happens she's fond of Al
Cause now she's on the concrete
Complete lack of
Half you assholes ain't strong enough to up a spirit
Shit, you couldn't 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
finger discount
Been rapping so long I've been killing shit, it's easy
Kidnapping mom cause I'm still in this bitch, thievery
for JonBenét Ramsey, Chandra Levy, and Gary Condit
Always if I went back to the blonde
I might relapse, get to some
Perhaps I'll launch some cracker taunts at Bronson
Macklemore and Mac and Asher Roth
Have some and forths
And record a wack response to Kendrick Lamar's Control
And Fack in concert
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Yo, I put that shit on a Greatest Hits
Now was awesome
It takes some massive balls to do shit like that
I have 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, quadruple entendre
Or the pointy that's pointing at you, mama?
Who knows at this point, always poking so meh
Still get along with this voice cause the monster
So do-si-do a sociopath, everyone who knows me knows that
What they don't is the fact Rihanna calls me Pinocchio, meh
She the way I lie
Sits on my face and waits for my nose to
Pathological liar, oh, why am I an asshole
That might've disguise pants, but on fire
So am I-a, wooh, Cappadonna, cut the off
Sabotage Christmas, in your stocking
I'm up all the presents
In camouflage so you can't even find 'em
Jack Santa Claus, snap Rudolph's off
Wrap his schnoz in gauze and blind him
Blowing the gasket at Bed, Bath and Beyond
Put the basket back the bath salt packets are gone
Know you really tired of me Billy Squier
But classic acid rap is the genre
Got Slash on guitar, Bizarre, Trasher and Aerosmith
And I'm a spectacular archer, feed count Dracula
Godzilla, half and Bob Dylan
Bandwagoners kicking the stragglers off and I'm strangling 'em
Smack Kim on the ass