Luyện nghe bài hát Terrible

Mothafucka, you know shit do ya?
You wouldn't know shit if it whipped it through your ugly bitch ass
You ain't even begun to experience mothafucka
mamma, your mothafuckin'
Big fat faced assed mamma
Don't even know this drama, mothafucka

Oh my God look at that, turn it up
Poor Kerrigan's sweet little knees
Somebody took her black thing and thug
That's terrible, he heard about it for
What about that one nobody guy they found dead in the grass
With his dick in his, ass, unless there was
But you won't recall because Jackson
Squeezed up on some little balls

What you drama, it ain't all that
It's that your whack
With intergalactic satellite data
Yes, but we feed the homeless
And then OJ's big unfolded
watched that while Oklahoma exploded
900 good reasons why this world don't really
That's what it for a wheel chair

(What ya about terrible?)

(You don't know terrible)

(What ya about terrible?)

(You don't know terrible)

Lady daah, we gotta protest
'Cuz some rock and ninja bit the head off a rat
Just walked in his and tear 'em to hell
'Cuz so fuckin' terrible
Mean while his sells double and triple
of you whinin' bout him rubbin' his nipple
Religious? Shit, you them bands
Instead of helpin' them people eatin' outta them garbage cans

When your done with that come protest me
Shit mothafucka I use the money
The hole world was cryin' when Kurt Cobain bang
When Eazy-E died no it wasn't no
Rapper dies of aids but you hardly
Rocker blows his face off and a legend
Heroine and a shot gun and a hero was
Maybe I should do that shit so J can get

(What ya about terrible?)

(You don't what's terrible)

(What ya about terrible?)

(You know what's terrible)

Rebel flag, in school
Rebel flag, in your
flag, in your court room
Rebel flag, in hearts
Rebel flag, stood for
Rebel flag, for war
Rebel flag, for hatred
But just go ahead and hang your flag up some
Don't worry my God damn flag boy
What's terrible is you damn rappers

The country we live in was built by
at and murderd and stuffed in they graves
You put a slave owner on a 1 dollar
And you wanna why I kill people
are blowin' up cops are corrupt
And all ya care about is who the president
You don't even terrible, you will
As soon as our wagons come the hill

(What ya know terrible?)

(You don't what's terrible)

(What ya about terrible?)

(You don't know terrible)

You don't know what the fuck
Is in store for that bitch ass of
Let me get a look at bitch ass of yours
There it is, it like a bitches ass
You ass mothafucka

(What ya about terrible?)

(You know what's terrible)

(What ya about terrible?)

(You know what's terrible)

(What ya know terrible?)

(You don't know terrible)

(What ya about terrible?)

(You don't know terrible)