Luyện nghe bài hát Inglorious

1]
My father died the day I came out of my mother's
And left a burden on my soul until I was old
To that the fucking faggot didn't like me much
He loved my moms enough to bust a nut and then he Junt
Bring your pops to 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 U-turn on the like "the fuck am I thinking"
Birthdays, Christmas my only wishlist was CD's (and a father)
And a new fitted instead I got some
I some Ritalin, some white socks
I was because I didn't get attention from my real pops
say I'm supposed to be in jail but they don't know it's me
Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't to be shit
I guess I had one because nigga I'm it
You smell that? the odor of success bitch

I know I'm not the bastard in America
So I'm going to need some help, on next part
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 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 the day before what she would like
Cause she's playing roles like her occupation was dyke, fucking right
I ain't look to Obama and Nixon, I look up to the Hugo's and
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 seen me, the probably Stevie
He bought me a hoodie, a albums
that's going to make up the years and the tears
And the money my momma spent on rent and clothes
You dipped 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 your kid the existence, none
I don't a fuck either like father, like son, I'm done

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

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