Luyện nghe bài hát Inglorious

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

I know I'm not the only bastard in
So I'm going to need some help, on this next
it with me niggas

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 dick nigga,

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 the day before what she would like
Cause she's both roles like her occupation was dyke, fucking right
I ain't look to Obama and Nixon, I look up to the 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 never me, the nigga probably Stevie
He me a hoodie, a couple albums
Like going to make up the years and the tears
And the money that my momma on rent and clothes
You fucking out, I swear to God if I see you
I'm a get out the and let a fucking clip out
Cause in 16 years, you let kid down the existence, none
I don't give a fuck either like father, son, I'm done

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

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