Luyện nghe bài hát Terrible

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

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

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

(What ya about terrible?)

(You don't know terrible)

(What ya know terrible?)

(You know what's terrible)

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

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

(What ya know terrible?)

(You don't know terrible)

(What ya about terrible?)

(You don't know terrible)

Rebel flag, in your
flag, in your park
Rebel flag, in your room
Rebel flag, in your
flag, stood for slavery
Rebel flag, for war
flag, stood for hatred
But just go ahead and hang your flag up more
Don't worry about my God flag boy
What's is you damn rappers cursin'

The country we in was built by slaves
Beat at and murderd and stuffed in they
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 fucked
You don't even know terrible, you
As soon as our come over the hill

(What ya about terrible?)

(You know what's terrible)

(What ya know terrible?)

(You know what's terrible)

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

(What ya about terrible?)

(You don't know terrible)

(What ya know terrible?)

(You don't know terrible)

(What ya know terrible?)

(You know what's terrible)

(What ya about terrible?)

(You don't what's terrible)