Luyện nghe bài hát Terrible

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

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

you consider 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
Everybody watched that while exploded
900 good reasons why this don't really care
That's it costs for a wheel chair

(What ya about terrible?)

(You know what's terrible)

(What ya about terrible?)

(You don't what's terrible)

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

When your done with that bitch protest me
Shit mothafucka I use the money
The hole world was cryin' when Cobain went bang
When Eazy-E died no it no thang
Rapper dies of aids but you hardly
Rocker his face off and becomes a legend
Heroine and a gun and a hero was made
Maybe I do that shit so J can get paid

(What ya about terrible?)

(You don't what's terrible)

(What ya about terrible?)

(You don't what's terrible)

flag, in your school
Rebel flag, in park
Rebel flag, in your court
Rebel flag, in hearts
Rebel flag, for slavery
flag, stood for war
Rebel flag, stood for
But just go and hang your flag up some more
Don't about my God damn flag boy
What's terrible is you rappers cursin'

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

(What ya about terrible?)

(You know what's terrible)

(What ya about terrible?)

(You don't know terrible)

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
it is, it looks like a bitches ass
You bitch ass

(What ya about terrible?)

(You don't know terrible)

(What ya about terrible?)

(You don't know terrible)

(What ya know terrible?)

(You don't know terrible)

(What ya know terrible?)

(You don't what's terrible)