Luyện nghe bài hát The Sitcom Really Really Isn't All That Real

Hey Mom, hey Dad, I'm
Look, Hunny, it's our mistake!
give mommie a hug, but be careful, I'm on the rag!
Mmm, cherry for everyone!
Haha, how was day?*

For it sucked ass 'cause my boss is a dickhead
God handed out and gave me the shit-end
with hoes, no kiddin' like one's spittin'
Got two on my neck, three blister and on my dick-end
tickin', sickin' and stickin' these rhymes inside of a beat
When really nobody's
White trash, Johnny
Tried to sell weed but slapped me and took my stash

*Son, what's with the
Golly fuck, Dad, prices are through the roof
and my allowance just cut it anymore. I'm jonesin' for a hit!
Try whorin' body, like Mom does!*

The local outcast with a rash on my inner
to outrun these bitches who all want me to die
Waitin' for some to die so maybe I can get a chance
Without a song about makin' dance
I all the clubs close
'Cause so many assholes in one building
burn like great white shows
And all our hope is to pose a
Try to change what rap music hopes and I

The sitcom ain't real, what about
Money's for not high school dropouts
My life never resembled an of Full House
You stay stuck in this town you'll scream your lungs come out
The sitcom ain't real, what it's
Money's for not high school dropouts
I get so frustrated the in my forehead pops out
I'm more dead than people buried and forgotten about

*Dad? I to borrow $300
$300? for, son?
Well, I got knocked up again!
Son, did I ever you about your mother and the wire-hanger?*

Clout? Nope, none of
America hates me Yasur Arafat
You fuckers that
I feel obligated to tell you that in the
Oh yes, I
Now shit is different, now I'm
Most of so called MCs is overrated and outdated
New dawn, and a red one
The only good to me is a dead one

*Golly, Dad, is it O.K. to hit a woman?
Son, in my day, it right to hit a woman.
But now that equal have been established, you wallop that cunt!
And kick her while down!*

Nah, I'm just fuckin' around, I know I bitter
I grew up in a town where white say "What up, nigga?"
When they all wanna be, it's ironic to me that what I get called
Just I wanna jump up on a beat
So fuck all you assholes, past and future
Hope a young thug fires at me, and shoots ya
I wouldn't lie, man, I the truth to ya
There's no tellin' what this town'll do to ya

The sitcom ain't real, what it's
for gangstas not high school dropouts
My life never resembled an of Full House
You stay stuck in this town scream 'til your lungs come out
The sitcom ain't real, it's about
Money's for gangstas not high school
I get so frustrated the vein in my forehead out
I'm more dead dead people buried and forgotten about

Most of you assholes all think you
99% of you's are fuckin' fake, ya's?
why I hate ya's
Verbal Heaven's gate a fuckin' hole in my head, insert a metal plate
I empty, kinda plastic
When this shit drops get my fuckin' ass kicked
But that's O.K. me, I'd die for the cause
'Cause my only in life is to fuck with ya'lls
I hate your fuckin' guts my record got bumped back
You double-platinum, I went double-hubcap
A rugrat, you'd be too suckin' a freshly dubbed track
What the would you do?

*Gee Dad, does it ever get any easier?
Son, if there's one thing learned it's this:
all gonna live and die in this shitty, shitty town* (He's right)

And the funny is, he is right. I bid you farewell
from Shit Town, America, folks. Get safe,
and gentlemen. Hold your girlfriends tight,
and pretend not to their mouths taste like your best friends dick.
in the end you're just a small town piece of shit. Smile!
Until next folks, it's Weerd Science. Fuck off.