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!
Come mommie a hug, but be careful, I'm on the rag!
Mmm, cherry for everyone!
Haha, how was your

For starters it sucked ass my boss is a dickhead
God handed out sticks and me the shit-end
Ridden with hoes, no like one's spittin'
Got two right on my neck, three and on my dick-end
Clock tickin', sickin' and stickin' these rhymes of a beat
When really listen
White trash, Johnny
Tried to sell weed but thugs me and took my stash

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

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

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

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

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

*Golly, Dad, is it ever O.K. to hit a
Son, in my day, it wasn't to hit a woman.
But now that equal have been established, you wallop that cunt!
And her while she's down!*

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

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

Most of you assholes all you gangstas
99% of you's are fuckin' fake, ain't
That's why I ya's
Verbal Heaven's gate knock a fuckin' hole in my head, a metal plate
I feel empty, kinda
When this shit drops get my fuckin' ass kicked
But that's O.K. with me, I'd die for the
'Cause my purpose in life is to fuck with ya'lls
I hate your fuckin' guts 'cause my record got back
You went double-platinum, I went
A rugrat, you'd be pissed too suckin' a freshly track
the fuck would you do?

*Gee whillikers Dad, it ever get any easier?
Son, if there's one thing I've it's this:
We're all gonna 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,
and gentlemen. Hold your girlfriends tight,
and pretend not to their mouths taste like your best friends dick.
'Cause in the end you're a small town piece of shit. Smile!
next time folks, it's Weerd Science. Fuck off.