Luyện nghe bài hát Terrible

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

Oh my God at that, turn 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 that they found in the grass
With his in his, ass, unless there was more
But you won't because Micheal 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 big story unfolded
Everybody that while Oklahoma exploded
900 good why this world don't really care
That's what it costs for a chair

(What ya know terrible?)

(You don't what's terrible)

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(You don't know terrible)

daah, we gotta protest that
'Cuz some rock and roll ninja bit the off a rat
walked in his concert and tear 'em to hell
'Cuz he's so fuckin'
Mean while his record double and triple
'Cuz of you whinin' bout him his nipple
Shit, you helped them bands
Instead of helpin' them poor people eatin' outta them garbage

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

(What ya know terrible?)

(You don't what's terrible)

(What ya know terrible?)

(You don't what's terrible)

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

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

(What ya know terrible?)

(You don't what's terrible)

(What ya about terrible?)

(You know what's terrible)

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

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(You know what's terrible)

(What ya about terrible?)

(You don't know terrible)

(What ya about terrible?)

(You don't what's terrible)

(What ya know terrible?)

(You don't know terrible)