Luyện nghe bài hát Yonkers

I'm a walking paradox, no I'm not
Threesomes with a fucking triceratops,
Rapping as I'm mocking deaf rock
Wearing wigs made of Anwar's dreadlocks
Bedrock, harder a motherfucking Flintstone
crack rocks out of pussy nigga fishbones
This nigga Jasper to get grown
About 5'7" of his in my bedroom
Swallow the cinnamon, I'm a scribble this sin and
While Syd is me that she's been getting intimate with men
(Syd, the fuck up) Here's the number to my therapist
(Shit) him all your problems, he's fucking awesome with listening

called, he said he's sick of the disses
I him to quit bitching and this isn't a fucking hotline
For a fucking shrink, sheesh I got mine
And not fucking working, I think I'm wasting my damn time
I'm clocking three past six and going
This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that nines
This ain't no V Tech or Columbine
But bowling, I went home for some damn Adventure Time
(What'd you do?) I slipped some pink Xannies
And around the house in all-over print panties
My mom's gone, that fucking will never understand me
I'm not gay, I just wanna boogie to Marvin
(What you of Hayley Williams?) Fuck her, Wolf Haley robbing them
crash that fucking airplane that that faggot nigga B.o.B is in
And Bruno Mars in his goddamn esophagus
And stop until the cops come in
I'm an over achiever, so how I start a team of leaders
And pick up Stevie to be the wide receiver
Green paper, teeth and pregnant golden retrievers
Is all I want, fuck money, diamonds and bitches, don't need
But the fat ones at? I got something to feed them
some cooking books, the black kids never wanted to read them
Snap back, green ch-ch-chia fucking
It's been a couple months, and Tina still ain't perm her weave, damn

They say success is the best
So I DeShay up with the stack of magazines I'm in
Oh, not again! Another critic report
I'm stabbing any faggot hipster with a Pitchfork
Still I am
I'm Wolf, Tyler put this knife in my hand
I'm Wolf, Ace gon' put fucking hole in my head
And I'm Wolf, that was me who a cock in your bitch
(What the fuck, man?) Fuck the and all the hype, G
I just want to know if my father ever like me
But I don't a fuck, so he's probably just like me
A motherfuckin',
(Fuck everything, man) That's what my said
Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my dead
Now the guidance that I had is splattered on cement
speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead