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

Hey Mom, hey Dad, I'm
Look, Hunny, our little mistake!
Come 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 out sticks and gave me the shit-end
Ridden with hoes, no kiddin' one's spittin'
Got two on my neck, three blister and on my dick-end
Clock tickin', sickin' and stickin' these rhymes inside of a
When really nobody's
White trash, No-Cash
Tried to weed but thugs slapped me and took my stash

*Son, with the shitface?
Golly fuck, Dad, heroin prices are the roof
and my just won't cut it anymore. I'm jonesin' for a hit!
Try whorin' body, like Mom does!*

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

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

*Dad? I need to $300
$300? What for,
Well, I got Jenny up again!
Son, did I ever tell you about your and the wire-hanger?*

Clout? Nope, none of
America hates me like Arafat
You remember that
I feel to tell you that in the past
Oh yes, I
Now is different, now I'm playa-jaded
Most of so called MCs is overrated and outdated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 rights have been established, you wallop that cunt!
And kick her while down!*

Nah, I'm just fuckin' around, I I sound bitter
I grew up in a town where kids say "What up, nigga?"
When all wanna be, it's ironic to me that that's what I get called
Just 'cause I wanna up on a beat
So fuck all you assholes, past and future
Hope a young thug fires at me, and shoots ya
I lie, man, I tell the truth to ya
There's no what this fuckin' town'll do to ya

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

Most of you assholes all you gangstas
99% of are fuckin' fake, ain't ya's?
That's why I hate
Verbal Heaven's knock 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 pissed too suckin' a freshly dubbed
What the fuck you do?

*Gee whillikers Dad, does it ever get any
Son, if there's one thing I've learned it's
We're all live and die in this shitty, shitty town* (He's right)

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