Luyện nghe bài hát Terrible

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

Oh my God look at that, it up please
Poor Nancy Kerrigan's little knees
Somebody her black thing and went thug
That's terrible, he about it for months
What about that one nobody guy they found dead in the grass
With his dick in his, ass, unless was more
But you won't because Micheal Jackson
Squeezed up on little kids balls

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

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(You know what's terrible)

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

When your done with that bitch protest me
Shit mothafucka I use the money
The hole world was cryin' Kurt Cobain went bang
When Eazy-E died no it wasn't no
Rapper dies of but you hardly mention
blows his face off and becomes 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 know 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 your
flag, stood for slavery
Rebel flag, for war
flag, stood for hatred
But just go ahead and hang your up some more
Don't worry my God damn flag boy
What's terrible is you damn rappers

The country we live in was built by
Beat at and murderd and in they graves
You put a owner on a 1 dollar bill
And you wanna know why I kill
Bombs are up cops are corrupt
And all ya care is who the president fucked
You don't know terrible, you will
As soon as our come over the hill

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

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(You don't what's terrible)

(What ya know terrible?)

(You know what's terrible)