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 give a hug, but be careful, I'm on the rag!
Mmm, slushies 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 right on my neck, three blister and on my
tickin', sickin' and stickin' these rhymes inside of a beat
When really nobody's
trash, Johnny No-Cash
Tried to sell but thugs slapped me and took my stash

*Son, with the shitface?
Golly fuck, Dad, prices are through the roof
and my allowance just won't cut it anymore. I'm 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 rappers to die so maybe I can get a
Without a song about bitches dance
I all the clubs close
so many assholes trapped in one building
Should burn great white shows
And all our hope is to a threat
Try to change rap music hopes and I forget

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

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

Clout? Nope, of that
America hates me like Yasur
You remember that
I feel to tell you that in the past
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Most of so called MCs is overrated and outdated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 rapper 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 fuckin' around, I know I sound bitter
I up in a town where white 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 jump up on a
So fuck all you assholes, present and future
a young thug fires at me, misses and shoots ya
I wouldn't lie, man, I the truth to ya
There's no what this fuckin' town'll do to ya

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

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

*Gee whillikers Dad, does it ever get any
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 Town, America, folks. Get home safe,
ladies and gentlemen. Hold your tight,
and pretend not to their mouths taste like your best friends dick.
'Cause in the end just a small town piece of shit. Smile!
next time folks, it's Weerd Science. Fuck off.