Luyện nghe bài hát ShadyXV

I'm liable to start a violent spark with a thought
I disgust you like dialogue from the shop to The Frog
Night club, shit, I was taught if you see these on
You had to put it out yourself like Highland Park, no fire
So you may not hear at all
But be alarmed if I sound off
Something just ain't right with me,
A martyr on a charter, whose life could be harder
Widely regarded, bite me, sweetheart, I'm slightly retarded
But tonight I'm shit, I'm feeling self righteous
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 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
attack cause I'm claustrophobic
No, faggot, I I can't maneuver from movement
Cause I had no room for
I'm practically squashed, unpacked it and it
Toxic, hands are arsenic, flammable bars, the content
Bar exam, start of
Charles Hamilton slash and Bronson
snarls, cannibal jaws
Shark mandibles, lambs that'll
skamp as Hannibal stocking
Anthony Hopkins with his in his pockets
Black out, Galifianakis, gallons of Vodka
But I gallon knockers
I bet you they ring a bell when I back and I'm conscious
happened, doc? I passed out again
Alcohol's making me break into vacant's
a Magnum box and bag Cirocs in back of a Doxon
Fell watching Fear Factor and Scare Tactics
Too to the stair master
a hole in the air mattress and popped it
Woke up shortly 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 cross stitching is a mix
Of a rhinoceros, possum skin, and a dolphin
Dolphin fin dockers, eyes cautious, crotches
Swats watches and matches with the parkers
But it's like overstepped at a boxing gym
With all trainers, but I don't have any boxers
And I'm standing naked, hangover, still wasted
Like paper you raps on, obnoxious
Yo, why does it always sound like I'm 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 sure as hell got it backwards cause could get jumped
And I'd catch the charge, but
I got a hunch like your when it's arching
When I start attacking your
You'll feel Master Card when I'm charging
So take a swipe at me, I'm coming at you
Like Clay Matthews the Green Bay Packers
So get the sack of
That's that I'm talking, who am I kidding?
You are all gonna do my bidding
get dragged to the auction
Neiman Marcus, bags of the
I'll push a bitch oncoming traffic, just watch this
Stretched, tinted, black my ass
See I'm at you when I drop you off at Saks Fifth Ave
In a taxi cab to go shopping
Affable guy next door is
My next whore's gon' have arms
That'll jack me off with a dispenser with a motion sensor
No emotion hence I guess this prick dies hard
I got a Magic
It's like a wand allows me to not let a blonde arouse me
If Rousey was on the couch, with the condoms out
Holding a thousand Magnums at once, Wants to
How I laugh in response how she and flaunts it around me
Her flat little is bouncing around
And all I see is [?] she's 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 of responsibility
Half you assholes ain't enough to pick up a spirit
Shit, you couldn't shoplift 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 so long I've been killing this shit, it's easy
Kidnapping your mom cause I'm still in bitch, thievery
Ransom for Ramsey, Chandra Levy, and Gary Condit
Always scared if I went back to the
I might relapse, get to bullshit
Perhaps launch some cracker taunts at Action Bronson
Macklemore and Mac Miller and Asher
Have some back and
And record a wack response to Kendrick Control verse
And perform Fack in
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Yo, I put shit on a Greatest Hits 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 fact that I'm a walking, talking, actual entendre
Or the pointy nose pointing at you, mama?
Who knows at this point, it's always so meh
Still get along with this cause that's the monster
So do-si-do with a sociopath, everyone who me knows that
What they don't is the fact Rihanna calls me Pinocchio, meh
She the way I lie
Sits on my and waits for my nose to grow
Pathological liar, oh, why am I an asshole
might've 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 so you can't even find 'em
Jack Santa Claus, snap Rudolph's off
Wrap his schnoz in gauze bandage and him
Blowing the gasket at Bed, Bath and Beyond
Put the basket back while the bath salt are gone
Know you tired of me sampling Billy Squier
But rock acid rap is the genre
Got Slash on guitar, Bizarre, Trasher and Aerosmith
And I'm a spectacular archer, feed Dracula Chocula
Godzilla, half dragon and Bob
Bandwagoners the damn stragglers off and I'm strangling 'em
Kim Basinger on the ass