Luyện nghe bài hát Yonkers

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

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

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