Luyện nghe bài hát ShadyXV

I'm liable to start a violent spark a silent thought
I disgust you like dialogue from the shop to The Wired
Night club, shit, I was taught if you see on fire
You had to put it out yourself like Highland Park, no fire
So you may not sirens at all
But don't be if I sound off
Something just ain't right me, dawg
A on a private charter, whose life could be harder
Widely regarded, highly bite me, sweetheart, I'm 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, disorderly
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 attack cause I'm
No, faggot, I mean I can't from movement
Cause I had no room for
I'm squashed, unpacked it and boxed it
Toxic, hands are arsenic, flammable bars, examine the
Bar exam, of insanity
Charles slash Manson and Bronson
snarls, cannibal jaws
Shark mandibles, that'll slaughter
Looking skamp as stocking
Anthony with his hands in his pockets
Black out, Zach Galifianakis, gallons of
But I some knockers
I bet you they ring a bell when I come and I'm conscious
What happened, I passed out again
making me break into vacant's naked
Stole a Magnum box and bag Cirocs in back of a
Fell asleep watching Fear Factor and Scare
Too to the stair master
Poked a in the air mattress and popped it
up shortly there after, hungover
No one to wear, a bear, rasped it and dropped it
Air Max in my closet, preposterous made out of ostrich
And the stitching is a cross mix
Of a rhinoceros, possum skin, and a dolphin
Dolphin fin dockers, cautious, drop crotches
Swats watches and sneakers with the parkers
But it's like being overstepped at a gym
With all trainers, but I don't have any boxers
And I'm here naked, hangover, still wasted
paper you write raps on, obnoxious
Yo, why does it sound like I'm grabbing my nostrils?
Fuck that, battle 'em all, I'll battle 'em all
I'll stand there and mad at a wall
Until the mannequin doll scatter the inanimate
That I'm badder all, shatter and fall
Cause I the track
And I'm to get fucking amped, I'mma spark with 'em
the car with the cables 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 the battery charge, but
I got a hunch like your when 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 that I'm talking, who am I kidding?
You faggots are all gonna do my
Don't get to the auction
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 I drop you off at Saks Fifth Ave
In a fucking taxi cab to go
guy next door is laughable
My next whore's gon' have mechanical
That'll me off with a lotion dispenser with a motion sensor
No emotion hence I guess this prick dies hard
I got a Johnson
like a magic wand allows me to not let a blonde arouse me
If Ronda Rousey was on the couch, with the out
Holding a thousand at once, Wants to Pounce
How I laugh in how she dances and flaunts it around me
Her flat little badonkadonk is around
And all I see is [?] she's in a blouse
And Madonna with mud on her, got dammit I a
I slap [?] with a lobster, throw her off a
so happens she's fond of Al
Cause now she's faceplanting on the
lack 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, boost the
Klepto, I'm back to rip up, but my thing is this now
finger discount
Been rapping so long I've been killing shit, it's easy
Kidnapping your mom cause I'm 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 cracker taunts at Action Bronson
Macklemore and Mac Miller and Asher
some back and forths
And record a wack response to Kendrick Control verse
And Fack in concert
[Fack
Yo, I put that shit on a Hits album
Now was awesome
It takes some balls to do some shit like that
Sometimes I to ponder why people are like
(I'll around)
And put up with my so long for
the attraction, mama?
Is it the fact that I'm a walking, talking, quadruple entendre
Or the pointy nose that's pointing at you,
Who knows at 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 they don't know is the fact Rihanna me Pinocchio, meh
She the way I lie
Sits on my face and for my nose to grow
liar, oh, why am I such an asshole
That disguise pants, but they on fire
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 Rudolph's off
Wrap his schnoz in gauze and blind him
Blowing the head at Bed, Bath and Beyond
Put the basket back while the bath salt are gone
Know you really of me sampling Billy Squier
But classic rock acid rap is the
Got on guitar, splashing Bizarre, Trasher and Aerosmith
And I'm a archer, feed count Dracula Chocula
Godzilla, dragon and Bob Dylan
Bandwagoners kicking the damn stragglers off and I'm 'em
Kim Basinger on the ass