Luyện nghe bài hát Yonkers

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

Jesus called, he said he's of the disses
I told him to quit bitching and this isn't a hotline
For a fucking shrink, sheesh I already got
And not fucking working, I think I'm wasting my damn time
I'm clocking three past six and 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 some pink
And danced around the in all-over print panties
My mom's gone, that fucking broad will never me
I'm not gay, I just wanna boogie to 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 Mars in his goddamn
And won't stop 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 teeth and pregnant golden
Is all I want, fuck money, and bitches, don't need them
But the fat ones at? I got something to feed them
It's some cooking books, the kids 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 DeShay up with the stack of magazines I'm in
Oh, not again! Another writing report
I'm stabbing any blogging faggot with a Pitchfork
suicidal I am
I'm Wolf, Tyler put this knife in my hand
I'm Wolf, Ace gon' put that fucking hole in my
And I'm Wolf, that was me who shoved a cock in your
(What the fuck, man?) the fame and all the hype, G
I just want to know if my father ever like me
But I don't give a fuck, so he's probably just me
A motherfuckin',
(Fuck everything, man) That's 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 shit, dead