Luyện nghe bài hát ShadyXV

I'm liable to start a violent spark a silent thought
I disgust you like dialogue from the shop to The Wired
club, shit, I was taught if you see these on fire
You had to put it out yourself like Park, no fire department
So you may not hear at all
But don't be if I sound off
Something just right with me, dawg
A martyr on a private charter, whose life be harder
Widely regarded, highly bite me, sweetheart, I'm slightly
But tonight I'm shit, I'm feeling self righteous
I might just hop in a mosh pit on some Tyson and Pac shit
Looking to box with anybody, disorderly
I'll fuck around and snort a key and pick a with a locksmith
Fan of the LOX, bananas, manic, I'm in shock
Frantic, I'm trapped in a
attack cause I'm claustrophobic
No, faggot, I mean I can't maneuver from
Cause I had no room for
I'm practically squashed, it and boxed it
Toxic, hands are arsenic, flammable bars, examine the
Bar exam, of insanity
Charles Hamilton slash and Bronson
snarls, cannibal jaws
Shark mandibles, lambs that'll
Looking as Hannibal stocking
Anthony with his hands in his pockets
Black out, Galifianakis, gallons of Vodka
But I gallon some
I bet you they ring a bell when I back and I'm conscious
happened, doc? I passed out again
Alcohol's making me break into vacant's
Stole a box and bag Cirocs in back of a Doxon
Fell asleep watching Factor and Scare Tactics
Too close to the master
a hole in the air mattress and popped it
Woke up shortly after, hungover
No one to wear, a bear, rasped it and dropped it
Air Max in my closet, Nikes made out of ostrich
And the cross stitching is a mix
Of a rhinoceros, possum skin, and a dolphin
fin dockers, eyes cautious, drop crotches
Swats watches and matches with the parkers
But it's like overstepped at a boxing gym
With all these trainers, but I have any boxers
And I'm standing here naked, hangover, still
paper you write raps on, obnoxious
Yo, why does it always sound like I'm grabbing my
that, I'll battle 'em all, I'll battle 'em all
I'll there and yell mad at a wall
Until the mannequin doll the inanimate objects
That I'm badder than all, and fall
I hear the track
And I'm starting to get fucking amped, spark with 'em
Like the car with the hooked to my fucking back, I'm a Duracell
But I sure as hell got it backwards y'all could get jumped
And I'd catch the charge, but
I got a hunch like your when it's arching
When I start attacking your
You'll feel Master Card when I'm charging
So take a swipe at me, I'm straight at you
Like Clay Matthews the Green Bay Packers
So get the of Wisconsin
nutbag that I'm talking, who am I kidding?
You faggots are all do my bidding
Don't get dragged to the
Marcus, bags of the Tylenol
I'll push a bitch oncoming traffic, just watch this
Stretched, tinted, black my ass
See I'm at you wack when I drop you off at Fifth Ave
In a taxi cab to go shopping
Affable guy next is laughable
My next whore's gon' have mechanical
That'll jack me off with a lotion dispenser a motion sensor
No emotion hence I this sick prick dies hard
I got a Johnson
It's a magic wand allows me to not let a blonde arouse me
If Rousey was on the couch, with the condoms out
Holding a thousand Magnums at once, Wants to
How I laugh in response how she and flaunts it around me
Her little badonkadonk is bouncing around
And all I see is [?] she's slaughterhouse in a
And Madonna mud on her, got dammit I a misogynist
I [?] with a lobster, throw her off a balcony
so happens she's fond of Al
Cause now she's faceplanting on the
lack of responsibility
Half you ain't strong enough to pick up a spirit
Shit, you faggots couldn't shoplift at a shop
But I let the lift 'em up, boost the energy
Klepto, I'm back to rip shop up, but my thing is now
finger discount
Been rapping so long I've been this shit, it's easy
your mom cause I'm still in this bitch, thievery
Ransom for JonBenét Ramsey, Chandra Levy, and Condit
Always if I went back to the blonde
I relapse, get to some bullshit
Perhaps launch some cracker taunts at Action Bronson
Macklemore and Mac Miller and Asher
Have back and forths
And record a wack response to Lamar's Control verse
And perform Fack in
[Fack
Yo, I put that on a Greatest Hits album
Now was awesome
It takes some massive balls to do some like that
Sometimes I to ponder why people are like
(I'll around)
And put up with my crap so for
the attraction, mama?
Is it the that I'm a walking, talking, actual quadruple entendre
Or the pointy that's pointing at you, mama?
Who knows at this point, it's always so meh
Still get along with this voice that's the monster
So do-si-do with a sociopath, everyone who me knows that
What don't know is the fact Rihanna calls me Pinocchio, meh
She the way I lie
on my face and waits for my nose to grow
Pathological liar, oh, why am I an asshole
That might've disguise pants, but they on
So am I-a, wooh, Cappadonna, cut the off
Sabotage Christmas, crap in your
I'm wrapping up all the
In fucking camouflage so you can't find 'em
Jack Claus, snap Rudolph's antlers off
Wrap his in gauze bandage and blind him
Blowing the head gasket at Bed, and Beyond
Put the basket back while the bath salt are gone
Know you really tired of me sampling Billy
But rock acid rap is the genre
Got Slash on guitar, splashing Bizarre, Trasher and
And I'm a archer, feed count Dracula Chocula
Godzilla, dragon and Bob Dylan
Bandwagoners kicking the damn stragglers off and I'm 'em
Smack Kim on the ass