Luyện nghe bài hát Yonkers

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

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

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