Luyện nghe bài hát Shady XV Cypher

I'm liable to start a violent spark with a silent
I disgust you like dialogue The Shop to The Wired Frog
Night club, shit, I was taught if CD's on fire
You had to put it out like Highland Park, no fire department
So you might not hear at all
But don't be if I sound off
Something ain't right with me, dawg
A martyr on a charter, whose life could be harder?
Widely regarded highly, me, sweetheart, I'm slightly retarded
But tonight I'm shit, I'm feeling self righteous
I might just hop in a pit on some Mike Tyson and Pac shit
to box with anybody, disorderly conduct
I'll fuck around and a key and pick a fight with a locksmith
Fan of the LOX, bananas, manic, I'm going in
Frantic, I'm in a closet
attack cause I'm claustrophobic
No, faggot, I mean I can't from movement
'Cause I have no for improvement
I'm practically squashed, unpacked it and it
Toxic, hands are arsenic, flammable bars, the content
Bar exam, start of
Charles Hamilton slash and Bronson
snarls, cannibal jaws
Shark mandibles, to the slaughter
Looking scamp as Hannibal
Anthony with his hands in his pockets
Black out, Galifianakis, gallons of Vodka
But gal has some knockers
I bet you they ring a bell when I back and I'm conscious
What happened, doc? I out again
Alcohol's me break into vacant's naked
Stole a Magnum box and bag Cirocs in of a Datsun
Fell asleep watching Fear Factor and Scare
Too close to the
a hole in the air mattress and popped it
Woke up shortly thereafter,
No underwear, grasping a Bayer Aspirin and it
Air Max in my closet, preposterous Nikes out of ostrich
And the stitching is a cross mixing
Of a rhinoceros, skin, giraffe and a dolphin
Fin Dockers, OshKoshes, crotches
Swatch watches and sneakers with the Parkers
But it's being overstaffed at a boxing gym
With all these trainers, but I don't any boxers
And I'm standing here naked, hangover, still
Like paper you write on, obnoxious
Yo, why it always sound like I'm grabbing my nostrils?
Fuck that, I'll battle 'em all, battle a mall
I'll stand there and that at a wall
Until the mannequin scatter and the inanimate objects
That I'm all shatter and fall
'Cause I hear the and I'm starting to get fucking amped
I'mma plug, I'm like the car with the cables hooked to my fucking back, I'm a Duracell
But I sure as hell got it cause y'all could get jumped
And I'd catch the charge, but
I got a hunch like back when it's arching
When I start attacking your
You'll feel like MasterCard when I'm
So take a at me, I'm coming straight at you
Like Clay Matthews from the Bay Packers
So get the sack of
That's that I'm talking, who am I kidding?
You faggots are all gonna do my
Don't get to the auction
Neiman Marcus, bags of and all
push a bitch into oncoming traffic, just watch this
Stretched, tinted, sedan my ass
See how mad you act when I drop you off at Fifth Ave
In a fucking taxi cab to go
Affable guy next door is
My next whore's have mechanical arms
That'll jack me off with a lotion dispenser a motion sensor
No emotion hence I guess this sick dies hard
I got a Magic
It's like a Magic allows me to not let a blonde arouse me
If Ronda Rousey was on the with the condoms out
Holding a thousand Magnums at once to me
I'll laugh in response to how she dances and it around me
Her flat little badonkadonk is bouncing
And all I see is Paulie Malign now, slaughterhouse in a blouse
And Madonna mud on her, God dammit I am misogynist
I slap Linda Ronstadt with a lobster, her off a balcony
Just so happens she's of algae
now she's faceplants on the concrete
Complete lack of
Half you assholes ain't enough to pick up a spirit
Shit, you fags couldn't at a thrift shop
But I let the lift 'em up, boost the energy
Klepto, I'm back to rip up, but my thing is this now
discount
Been rapping so long I've been killing this shit, it's
your mom cause I'm still in this bitch, thievery
Ransom for JonBenét Ramsey, Chandra Levy, and Condit
("Em") Paul was that if I went back to the blonde
I relapse, get on some bullshit
I'll launch some cracker taunts at Action Bronson
Macklemore, Mac Miller and Asher
And have some back and
And a wack response to Kendrick Lamar's "Control" verse
And "Fack" in concert

Yo, I put shit on a greatest hits album
Now that was
It takes some massive balls to do some shit like
Sometimes I have to ponder why are like
(I'll around)
And put up with my so long for
the attraction, mama?
Is it the fact that I'm a walking, talking, actual entendre
Or the pointy that's pointing at you, mama?
Who knows at this point, always poking so meh
Still get along this voice cause that's the monster
So with a sociopath, everyone who knows me knows that
What they know is the fact Rihanna calls me Pinocchio, meh
She the way I lie
Sits on my and waits for my nose to grow
Pathological liar, oh, why am I an asshole
That my disguise is pants, but they on
So am I-a, wooh, Cappadonna, cut the off
Sabotage Christmas, in your stocking
I'm wrapping up all the
In fucking so you can't even find 'em
Jack Santa Claus, snap antlers off
Wrap his schnoz in gauze and blind him
Blowing the head gasket at Bed, and Beyond
Put the basket while the bath salt packets are gone, I
Know you really tired of me sampling Squier
But classic rock acid rap is the
Got on guitar, splashing Bizarre, Thrasher and Aerosmith
And I'm a archer, feed count Dracula Chocula
Godzilla, half dragon and Bob
Bandwagoners, I'm kicking the damn off and I'm strangling 'em
Kim Basinger on a ass