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 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, blister and on my dick-end
Clock tickin', and stickin' these rhymes inside of a beat
When really nobody's
trash, Johnny No-Cash
Tried to sell weed but thugs slapped me and took my

*Son, with the shitface?
Golly fuck, Dad, heroin are through the roof
and my allowance just cut it anymore. I'm jonesin' for a hit!
Try your body, like 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 makin' bitches
I hope all the close
so many assholes trapped in one building
Should burn like great white
And all our hope is to a threat
Try to change rap music hopes and I forget

The ain't real, what it's about
Money's for gangstas not school dropouts
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, it's about
for gangstas not high school dropouts
I get so the vein 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 ever tell you about mother and the wire-hanger?*

Nope, none of that
America me like Yasur Arafat
You remember that
I obligated to tell you that in the past
Oh yes, I
Now shit is different, now I'm
Most of these so called MCs is and outdated
New dawn, and a red one
The only good rapper to me is a 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 rights have been established, you wallop cunt!
And kick her while down!*

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

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

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

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

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