Luyện nghe bài hát Terrible

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

Oh my God look at that, turn it up
Poor Nancy Kerrigan's sweet little
Somebody her black thing and went 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, there was more
But you recall because Micheal Jackson
Squeezed up on little kids balls

What you consider drama, it ain't all
It's just that whack
With satellite data compress
Yes, but we can't the homeless
And then OJ's big unfolded
Everybody that while Oklahoma exploded
900 good reasons why world don't really care
what it costs for a wheel chair

(What ya about terrible?)

(You know what's terrible)

(What ya know terrible?)

(You don't what's terrible)

Lady daah, we protest that
'Cuz some and roll ninja bit the head off a rat
Just walked in his concert and tear 'em to
he's so fuckin' terrible
Mean his record sells double and triple
'Cuz of you bout him rubbin' his nipple
Religious? Shit, you helped bands
Instead of helpin' them poor people eatin' them garbage cans

When your done with that bitch protest me
Shit mothafucka I could use the
The hole world was cryin' when Kurt Cobain went
Eazy-E died no it wasn't no thang
Rapper dies of aids but you hardly
Rocker 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 what's terrible)

(What ya about terrible?)

(You know what's terrible)

Rebel flag, in school
Rebel flag, in your
Rebel flag, in court room
Rebel flag, in hearts
Rebel flag, for slavery
Rebel flag, for war
Rebel flag, stood for
But just go ahead and hang your flag up more
worry about my God damn flag boy
What's is you damn rappers cursin'

The country we live in was by slaves
at and murderd and stuffed in they graves
You put a slave owner on a 1 dollar
And you wanna know why I people
Bombs are blowin' up are corrupt
And all ya care is who the president fucked
You even know terrible, you will
As as our wagons come over the hill

(What ya about terrible?)

(You don't what's terrible)

(What ya about terrible?)

(You don't know terrible)

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

(What ya know terrible?)

(You know what's terrible)

(What ya about terrible?)

(You don't know terrible)

(What ya about terrible?)

(You know what's terrible)

(What ya know terrible?)

(You know what's terrible)