Luyện nghe bài hát Shady XV Cypher

I'm to start a violent spark with a silent thought
I disgust you like dialogue from The Shop to The Wired
Night club, shit, I was if your CD's on fire
You had to put it out like Highland Park, no fire department
So you might not hear at all
But be alarmed if I sound off
Something just right with me, dawg
A martyr on a charter, whose life could be harder?
regarded highly, bite me, sweetheart, I'm slightly retarded
But I'm starting shit, I'm feeling self righteous
I might just hop in a pit on some Mike Tyson and Pac shit
Looking to box with anybody, disorderly
I'll fuck around and 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 attack I'm claustrophobic
No, faggot, I mean I maneuver from movement
'Cause I have no room for
I'm practically squashed, unpacked it and it
Toxic, are arsenic, flammable bars, examine the content
Bar exam, start of
Charles Hamilton slash and Bronson
snarls, cannibal jaws
Shark mandibles, to the slaughter
Looking scamp as Hannibal
Anthony Hopkins with his in his pockets
Black out, Galifianakis, gallons of Vodka
But that gal has knockers
I bet you they ring a bell I come back and I'm conscious
What happened, doc? I passed out
making 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
Poked a in the air mattress and popped it
Woke up thereafter, hungover
No underwear, grasping a Aspirin and dropped it
Air Max in my closet, preposterous made out of ostrich
And the cross stitching is a cross
Of a rhinoceros, possum skin, and a dolphin
Fin Dockers, OshKoshes, crotches
Swatch and sneakers matches with the Parkers
But like being overstaffed at a boxing gym
With all trainers, but I don't have any boxers
And I'm standing naked, hangover, still wasted
Like paper you write raps on,
Yo, why does it always like I'm grabbing my nostrils?
Fuck that, I'll battle 'em all, I'll battle a
I'll stand there and yell at a wall
Until the doll scatter and the inanimate objects
That I'm battering all shatter and
'Cause I hear the track and I'm starting to get amped
I'mma spark plug, I'm like the car with the cables hooked to my fucking back, I'm a
But I sure as hell got it backwards cause y'all get jumped
And I'd catch the charge, but
I got a like your back when it's arching
When I start attacking your
You'll feel like MasterCard when I'm
So take a swipe at me, I'm straight at you
Like Matthews from the Green Bay Packers
So get the sack of
That's nutbag that I'm talking, who am I
You faggots are all do my bidding
Don't get dragged to the
Marcus, bags of Vuitton and all
I'll push a bitch into traffic, just watch this
Stretched, tinted, black my ass
See how mad you act when I you off at Saks Fifth Ave
In a taxi cab to go shopping
Affable guy door is laughable
My next whore's gonna have mechanical
That'll jack me off with a lotion dispenser with a sensor
No emotion hence I this sick prick dies hard
I got a Johnson
It's like a Magic Wand allows me to not let a arouse me
If Rousey was on the couch with the condoms out
Holding a thousand Magnums at once to me
I'll laugh in to how she dances and flaunts it around me
Her little badonkadonk is bouncing around
And all I see is Malign now, she's slaughterhouse in a blouse
And Madonna with mud on her, God I am misogynist
I slap Linda Ronstadt a lobster, throw her off a balcony
so happens she's fond of algae
'Cause now she's on the concrete
lack of responsibility
Half you assholes ain't strong to pick up a spirit
Shit, you couldn't shoplift at a thrift shop
But I let the track lift 'em up, boost the
Klepto, I'm back to rip shop up, but my is this now
Five-finger
Been rapping so long I've been killing this shit, easy
Kidnapping your mom I'm still in this bitch, thievery
for JonBenét Ramsey, Chandra Levy, and Gary Condit
("Em") was scared that if I went back to the blonde
I might relapse, get on some
Perhaps I'll launch some taunts at Action Bronson
Macklemore, Mac Miller and Roth
And have some and forths
And record a response to Kendrick Lamar's "Control" verse
And perform "Fack" in

Yo, I put that shit on a greatest hits
Now was awesome
It some massive balls to do some shit like that
Sometimes I to ponder why people are like
(I'll around)
And put up with my crap so for
the attraction, mama?
Is it the fact I'm a walking, talking, actual quadruple entendre
Or the pointy nose that's pointing at you,
Who knows at this point, it's poking so meh
Still get along with voice cause that's the monster
So do-si-do with a sociopath, everyone who knows me knows
they don't 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 such an
my disguise is pants, but they on fire
So am I-a, wooh, Cappadonna, cut the off
Sabotage Christmas, crap in stocking
I'm wrapping up all the
In fucking camouflage so you can't find 'em
Jack Claus, snap Rudolph's antlers off
Wrap his in gauze bandage and blind him
the head gasket at Bed, Bath and Beyond
Put the basket back while the bath salt are gone, I
Know you really of me sampling Billy Squier
But classic rock rap is the genre
Got on guitar, splashing Bizarre, Thrasher and Aerosmith
And I'm a spectacular archer, feed count Dracula
Godzilla, dragon and Bob Dylan
Bandwagoners, I'm the damn stragglers off and I'm strangling 'em
Kim Basinger on a ass