Luyện nghe bài hát Yonkers

I'm a fucking paradox, no I'm not
Threesomes a fucking triceratops, Reptar
as I'm mocking deaf rock stars
Wearing synthetic wigs made of Anwar's
Bedrock, harder than a motherfucking
Making 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 scribble sin and shit
While Syd is me that she's been getting intimate with men
(Syd, shut the fuck up) Here's the to my therapist
(Shit) Tell him all your problems, he's awesome with listening

Jesus called, he said sick of the disses
I told him to quit bitching and 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 postal
This the of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines
ain't no V Tech shit or Columbine
But after bowling, I went home for some damn Time
(What'd you do?) I slipped some pink Xannies
And danced around the house in all-over panties
My mom's gone, that fucking broad never understand me
I'm not gay, I just boogie to some Marvin
(What you think of Williams?) Fuck her, Wolf Haley robbing them
I'll crash fucking airplane that that faggot nigga B.o.B is in
And stab Bruno in his goddamn esophagus
And won't stop until the cops in
I'm an over achiever, so how about I start a team of
And pick up Stevie to be the wide receiver
Green paper, gold teeth and pregnant retrievers
Is all I want, money, diamonds and bitches, don't need them
But where the fat ones at? I got something to them
It's some cooking books, the black never wanted 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 with the stack of I'm in
Oh, not again! Another critic writing
I'm stabbing any blogging faggot hipster with a
suicidal I am
I'm Wolf, Tyler put this fucking knife in my
I'm Wolf, Ace gon' put that fucking hole in my
And I'm Wolf, that was me who shoved a in your bitch
(What the fuck, man?) Fuck the 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 just like me
A motherfuckin',
(Fuck everything, man) That's what my conscience
Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience
Now the only that I had is splattered on cement
Actions speak louder than words, let me try shit, dead