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, slushies for everyone!
Haha, how was your

For starters it sucked ass 'cause my boss is a
God handed out and gave 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 these rhymes inside of a beat
really nobody's listen
White trash, No-Cash
Tried to sell but thugs slapped me and took my stash

*Son, what's with the
Golly fuck, Dad, prices are through the roof
and my allowance won't cut it anymore. I'm jonesin' for a hit!
Try whorin' your body, Mom does!*

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

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

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

Clout? Nope, none of
America hates me like Arafat
You remember that
I feel obligated to tell you that in the
Oh yes, I
Now is different, now I'm playa-jaded
of these so called MCs is overrated and outdated
New dawn, and a red one
The only good rapper to me is a 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 rights been established, you wallop that cunt!
And her while she's down!*

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

The sitcom ain't real, what about
Money's for not high school dropouts
My life never an episode of Full House
You stuck in this town 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

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 feel empty, plastic
When this shit drops get my fuckin' ass kicked
But O.K. with me, I'd die for the cause
'Cause my only purpose in is to fuck with ya'lls
I hate your fuckin' guts 'cause my got bumped back
You went double-platinum, I went
A rugrat, you'd be too suckin' a freshly dubbed track
the fuck would you do?

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

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