Luyện nghe bài hát ShadyXV

I'm liable to a violent spark with a silent thought
I disgust you like dialogue the shop to The Wired Frog
Night club, shit, I was taught if you see on fire
You had to put it out yourself Highland Park, no fire department
So you may not hear at all
But don't be if I sound off
Something just ain't with me, dawg
A martyr on a charter, whose life could be harder
Widely regarded, bite me, sweetheart, I'm slightly retarded
But tonight I'm starting shit, I'm feeling self
I might hop in a mosh pit on some Mike Tyson and Pac shit
Looking to box with anybody, conduct
I'll fuck and snort a key and pick a fight with a locksmith
Fan of the LOX, bananas, manic, I'm in shock
Frantic, I'm trapped in a
Panic cause I'm claustrophobic
No, faggot, I mean I can't maneuver movement
I had no room for improvement
I'm squashed, unpacked it and boxed it
Toxic, hands are arsenic, flammable bars, the content
Bar exam, start of
Charles Hamilton slash and Bronson
snarls, cannibal jaws
Shark mandibles, that'll slaughter
Looking skamp as Hannibal
Anthony with his hands in his pockets
Black out, Zach Galifianakis, of Vodka
But I gallon knockers
I bet you they ring a when I come back and I'm conscious
happened, doc? I passed out again
Alcohol's making me break vacant's naked
Stole a Magnum box and bag in back of a Doxon
Fell watching Fear Factor and Scare Tactics
Too to the stair master
Poked a hole in the air mattress and it
Woke up shortly after, hungover
No one to wear, a bear, rasped it and dropped it
Air Max in my closet, preposterous made out of ostrich
And the cross is a cross mix
Of a rhinoceros, possum skin, and a dolphin
Dolphin fin dockers, eyes cautious, drop
watches and sneakers matches with the parkers
But it's being overstepped at a boxing gym
With all trainers, but I don't have any boxers
And I'm standing here naked, hangover, still
paper you write raps on, obnoxious
Yo, why does it always sound I'm grabbing my nostrils?
Fuck that, I'll battle 'em all, battle 'em all
I'll stand there and yell mad at a
Until the mannequin doll scatter the inanimate
That I'm badder than all, and fall
Cause I the track
And I'm starting to get amped, I'mma spark with 'em
Like the car with the cables hooked to my fucking back, I'm a
But I sure as got it backwards cause y'all could get jumped
And I'd catch the charge, but
I got a hunch like your back it's arching
When I start attacking your
You'll feel like Master when I'm charging
So take a at me, I'm coming straight at you
Like Clay Matthews from the Green Bay
So get the sack of
That's 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 into oncoming traffic, just watch
Stretched, tinted, black my ass
See I'm at you wack when I drop you off at Saks Ave
In a taxi cab to go shopping
Affable guy next door is
My next gon' have mechanical arms
That'll jack me off with a lotion dispenser with a sensor
No emotion hence I guess this sick prick hard
I got a Johnson
It's like a magic wand allows me to not let a arouse me
If Ronda Rousey was on the couch, with the out
Holding a thousand Magnums at once, Wants to
How I in response how she dances and flaunts it around me
Her flat little badonkadonk is bouncing
And all I see is [?] slaughterhouse in a blouse
And Madonna with mud on her, got I a misogynist
I [?] with a lobster, throw her off a balcony
Just so she's fond of Al
Cause now she's on the concrete
lack of responsibility
Half you assholes ain't strong enough to pick up a
Shit, you faggots couldn't shoplift at a thrift
But I let the track lift 'em up, boost the
Klepto, I'm back to rip shop up, but my thing is now
finger discount
Been rapping so long I've been killing this shit, easy
Kidnapping your mom cause I'm in this bitch, thievery
for JonBenét Ramsey, Chandra Levy, and Gary Condit
Always if I went back to the blonde
I might relapse, get to some
Perhaps I'll some cracker taunts at Action Bronson
Macklemore and Mac and Asher Roth
Have back and forths
And record a wack to Kendrick Lamar's Control verse
And perform Fack in
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Yo, I put that on a Greatest Hits album
Now that was
It takes some massive balls to do some shit that
Sometimes I have to ponder why people are
(I'll around)
And put up my crap so long for
What's the attraction,
Is it the fact that I'm a walking, talking, actual quadruple
Or the pointy nose pointing at you, mama?
Who knows at point, it's always poking so meh
Still get along with this voice that's the monster
So do-si-do with a sociopath, who knows me knows that
What they don't know is the fact calls me Pinocchio, meh
She the way I lie
Sits on my face and for my nose to grow
Pathological liar, oh, why am I such an
That might've pants, but they on fire
So am I-a, wooh, Cappadonna, cut the off
Sabotage Christmas, crap in your
I'm up all the presents
In fucking camouflage so you can't find 'em
Jack Santa Claus, snap Rudolph's off
Wrap his schnoz in gauze and blind him
Blowing the head at Bed, Bath and Beyond
Put the basket back while the salt packets are gone
you really tired of me sampling Billy Squier
But classic rock acid rap is the
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 off and I'm strangling 'em
Smack Kim on the ass