Luyện nghe bài hát Inglorious

1]
My died the day I came out of my mother's hole
And left a on my soul until I was old enough
To understand that the fucking faggot didn't like me
He loved my moms to bust a nut and then he shake Junt
Bring pops to school today for twelve years I cheated
Told the fucking faculty he was at a meeting and
Bring that to life day, he wasn't at the meeting
a U-turn on the weather like "the fuck am I thinking"
Birthdays, Christmas my only fucking was CD's (and a father)
And a new instead I got some CD's
I hated some Ritalin, white socks
I was because I didn't get attention from my real pops
Cops say I'm supposed to be in jail but they know it's me
Statistics say that niggas with no ain't going to be shit
Well I guess I had one because I'm it
You smell that? the odor of success bitch

I I'm not the only bastard in America
So I'm going to need some help, on next part
Scream it with me

you (I'm good)
you (I graduated)
you (I'm good)
you (I'm good)
Nigga (I'm good)
you (I'm good)
Got a car (Fuck you)
Eat a nigga, bitch

2]
Father's Day was the worst when it to gifts
Cause I know for who or what the fuck to get
Now my momma mentioned the day before what she like
Cause she's playing both roles her occupation was dyke, fucking right
I look to Obama and Nixon, I look up to the Hugo's and Dixon's
The in the vision rap about the shit they cooking in the kitchen
Pushing keys like them niggas that banging on the keys
My father seen me, the nigga probably Stevie
He bought me a hoodie, a couple
Like going to make up the years and the tears
And the money that my momma spent on and clothes
You fucking out, I swear to God if I see you
I'm a get out the M-16 and let a fucking out
Cause in 16 years, you let kid down the existence, none
I don't give a fuck like father, like son, I'm done

Beats]
He give a fuck about me
He ain't a fuck about you
He ain't give a about we
So the fuck we going to do?

3]
The is nice, and I'm not talking about the weather
The skin is thick, no for leather, your father called
He said you're better without him, I'm not the fuck
them, how to tie a tie and how to get your suit hemmed up
Take it to the shop, then
Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin
Luck on my brim keeps me warm
the cold blood swarms in my veins, fuck rain in the summer
The is the fact that I'm black
And I hang white neos who's nero stays frio
Now this counselor is trying to tell me that I'm emo, she don't give a
where's the trigger, I'll let this bullet play hero