Luyện nghe bài hát ShadyXV

I'm to start a violent spark with a silent thought
I disgust you like dialogue from the shop to The Wired
Night club, shit, I was if you see these on fire
You had to put it out yourself like Highland Park, no department
So you may not sirens at all
But don't be alarmed if I off
Something ain't right with me, dawg
A martyr on a private charter, whose life could be
regarded, highly bite me, sweetheart, I'm slightly retarded
But tonight I'm shit, I'm feeling self righteous
I just hop in a mosh pit on some Mike Tyson and Pac shit
to box with anybody, disorderly conduct
I'll fuck around and snort a key and a fight with a locksmith
Fan of the LOX, bananas, manic, I'm going in
Frantic, I'm in a closet
Panic cause I'm claustrophobic
No, faggot, I mean I can't maneuver movement
Cause I had no for improvement
I'm squashed, unpacked it and boxed it
Toxic, hands are arsenic, bars, examine the content
Bar exam, start of
Charles Hamilton Manson and Bronson
snarls, cannibal jaws
Shark mandibles, lambs that'll
Looking skamp as Hannibal
Hopkins with his hands in his pockets
Black out, Zach Galifianakis, gallons of
But I gallon knockers
I bet you they ring a bell when I come and I'm conscious
happened, doc? I passed out again
Alcohol's making me break vacant's naked
a Magnum box and bag Cirocs in back of a Doxon
Fell asleep Fear Factor and Scare Tactics
Too to the stair master
a hole in the air mattress and popped it
Woke up shortly there after,
No one to wear, a bear, rasped it and dropped it
Air Max in my closet, preposterous Nikes out of ostrich
And the cross stitching is a mix
Of a rhinoceros, possum skin, and a dolphin
Dolphin fin dockers, cautious, drop crotches
watches and sneakers matches with the parkers
But it's being overstepped at a boxing gym
With all these trainers, but I don't have any
And I'm here naked, hangover, still wasted
Like paper you write on, obnoxious
Yo, why does it always like I'm grabbing my nostrils?
Fuck that, battle 'em all, I'll battle 'em all
I'll stand and yell mad at a wall
Until the mannequin doll scatter the inanimate
That I'm badder all, shatter and fall
I hear the track
And I'm starting to get fucking amped, I'mma with 'em
Like the car the cables hooked to my fucking back, I'm a Duracell
But I as hell got it backwards cause y'all could get jumped
And I'd the battery charge, but
I got a hunch like your back when arching
When I attacking your squadron
You'll feel like Card when I'm charging
So take a swipe at me, I'm straight at you
Like Clay Matthews from the Bay Packers
So get the sack of
That's nutbag that I'm talking, who am I
You faggots are all gonna do my
Don't get dragged to the
Neiman Marcus, of the Tylenol
push a bitch into oncoming traffic, just watch this
Stretched, tinted, sedan my ass
See I'm at you wack when I drop you off at Saks Ave
In a fucking taxi cab to go
Affable guy door is laughable
My next gon' have mechanical arms
That'll me off with a lotion dispenser with a motion sensor
No emotion I guess this sick prick dies hard
I got a Johnson
It's like a magic allows me to not let a blonde arouse me
If Ronda Rousey was on the couch, the condoms out
Holding a thousand at once, Wants to Pounce
How I laugh in how she dances and flaunts it around me
Her flat badonkadonk is bouncing around
And all I see is [?] she's slaughterhouse in a
And Madonna with mud on her, got dammit I a
I slap [?] a lobster, throw her off a balcony
so happens she's fond of Al
Cause now she's faceplanting on the
Complete of responsibility
Half you assholes ain't strong to pick up a spirit
Shit, you faggots couldn't at a thrift shop
But I let the track lift 'em up, the energy
Klepto, I'm back to rip up, but my thing is this now
finger discount
Been rapping so long I've been killing this shit, easy
Kidnapping your mom cause I'm in this bitch, thievery
Ransom for JonBenét Ramsey, Levy, and Gary Condit
Always scared if I went back to the
I might relapse, get to some
Perhaps I'll launch some taunts at Action Bronson
and Mac Miller and Asher Roth
Have back and forths
And record a wack response to Kendrick Lamar's verse
And Fack in concert
plays]
Yo, I put shit on a Greatest Hits 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
What's the attraction,
Is it the fact that I'm a walking, talking, actual quadruple
Or the pointy nose that's at you, mama?
Who at this point, it's always poking so meh
get along with this voice cause that's the monster
So do-si-do with a sociopath, everyone who 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 nose to
liar, oh, why am I such an asshole
That might've disguise pants, but they on
So am I-a, wooh, Cappadonna, cut the off
Sabotage Christmas, crap in stocking
I'm wrapping up all the
In fucking camouflage so you can't even 'em
Jack Santa Claus, snap antlers off
Wrap his schnoz in bandage and blind him
Blowing the head gasket at Bed, and Beyond
Put the back while the bath salt packets are gone
Know you really tired of me Billy Squier
But rock acid rap is the genre
Got Slash on guitar, Bizarre, Trasher and Aerosmith
And I'm a archer, feed count Dracula Chocula
Godzilla, dragon and Bob Dylan
Bandwagoners kicking the damn off and I'm strangling 'em
Smack Kim on the ass