Luyện nghe bài hát ShadyXV

I'm liable to start a violent spark with a thought
I you like dialogue from the shop to The Wired Frog
club, shit, I was taught if you see these on fire
You had to put it out yourself Highland Park, no fire department
So you may not sirens at all
But be alarmed if I sound off
Something just ain't with me, dawg
A martyr on a private charter, whose life could be
Widely regarded, highly bite me, sweetheart, I'm slightly
But I'm starting shit, I'm feeling self righteous
I might just hop in a mosh pit on Mike Tyson and Pac shit
Looking to box anybody, disorderly conduct
I'll fuck around and snort a key and a fight with a locksmith
Fan of the LOX, bananas, manic, I'm in shock
Frantic, I'm in a closet
Panic attack cause I'm
No, faggot, I I can't maneuver from movement
Cause I had no for improvement
I'm practically squashed, unpacked it and it
Toxic, are arsenic, flammable bars, examine the content
Bar exam, of insanity
Charles Hamilton slash and Bronson
Animal snarls, jaws
mandibles, lambs that'll slaughter
Looking as Hannibal stocking
Anthony Hopkins with his in his pockets
out, Zach Galifianakis, gallons of Vodka
But I some knockers
I bet you ring a bell 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 Cirocs in back of a
Fell asleep Fear Factor and Scare Tactics
Too to the stair master
Poked a hole in the air and popped it
Woke up there after, hungover
No one to wear, a bear, rasped it and dropped it
Air Max in my closet, preposterous Nikes out of ostrich
And the stitching is a cross mix
Of a rhinoceros, possum skin, and a dolphin
Dolphin fin dockers, eyes cautious, crotches
Swats watches and sneakers matches with the
But it's like overstepped at a boxing gym
all these trainers, but I don't have any boxers
And I'm here naked, hangover, still wasted
Like paper you write raps on,
Yo, why does it always sound like I'm grabbing my
Fuck that, battle 'em all, I'll battle 'em all
I'll stand there and mad at a wall
Until the mannequin doll scatter the objects
That I'm badder than all, and fall
Cause I the track
And I'm starting to get fucking amped, I'mma with 'em
Like the car the cables hooked to my fucking back, I'm a Duracell
But I sure as hell got it backwards cause could get jumped
And I'd catch the charge, but
I got a hunch like your back when arching
I start attacking your squadron
You'll feel like Master Card I'm charging
So take a swipe at me, I'm straight at you
Like Clay from the Green Bay Packers
So get the sack of
That's nutbag 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 oncoming traffic, just watch this
Stretched, tinted, black my ass
See I'm at you wack when I drop you off at Fifth Ave
In a taxi cab to go shopping
Affable guy next door is
My next whore's gon' have arms
That'll jack me off with a lotion dispenser with a motion
No emotion hence I guess this sick dies hard
I got a Johnson
It's like a magic wand me to not let a blonde arouse me
If Ronda Rousey was on the couch, the condoms out
Holding a thousand Magnums at once, to Pounce
How I laugh in response how she dances and it around me
Her flat little badonkadonk is bouncing
And all I see is [?] she's slaughterhouse in a
And Madonna with mud on her, got I a misogynist
I slap [?] a lobster, throw her off a balcony
so happens she's fond of Al
Cause now faceplanting on the concrete
lack of responsibility
Half you assholes ain't strong enough to up a spirit
Shit, you faggots couldn't at a thrift shop
But I let the track 'em up, boost the energy
Klepto, I'm to rip shop up, but my thing is this now
Five finger
Been rapping so long I've been this shit, it's easy
your mom cause I'm still in this bitch, thievery
Ransom for JonBenét Ramsey, Levy, and Gary Condit
Always scared if I went to the blonde
I might relapse, get to bullshit
Perhaps I'll launch some taunts at Action Bronson
and Mac Miller and Asher Roth
Have some back and
And record a response 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 massive balls to do some shit like that
Sometimes I have to why people are like
(I'll around)
And put up with my so long for
What's the attraction,
Is it the fact I'm a walking, talking, actual quadruple entendre
Or the pointy nose that's pointing at you,
Who at this point, it's always poking so meh
Still get along with this voice cause that's the
So do-si-do with a sociopath, everyone who knows me knows
What they don't know is the fact calls me Pinocchio, meh
She the way I lie
Sits on my face and waits for my to grow
liar, oh, why am I such an asshole
That disguise pants, but they on fire
So am I-a, wooh, Cappadonna, cut the off
Sabotage Christmas, in your stocking
I'm wrapping up all the
In fucking camouflage so you can't even 'em
Jack Claus, snap Rudolph's antlers off
Wrap his schnoz in gauze bandage and him
the head gasket at Bed, Bath and Beyond
Put the back while the bath salt packets are gone
Know you really tired of me sampling Squier
But classic rock rap is the genre
Got Slash on guitar, splashing Bizarre, and Aerosmith
And I'm a spectacular archer, count Dracula Chocula
Godzilla, dragon and Bob Dylan
Bandwagoners the damn stragglers off and I'm strangling 'em
Smack Kim on the ass