Luyện nghe bài hát Terrible

Mothafucka, you know shit do ya?
You wouldn't shit if it whipped it through your ugly bitch ass face
You ain't begun to experience drama mothafucka
mamma, your mothafuckin'
Big fat chicken faced mamma
Don't know about this drama, mothafucka

Oh my God look at that, it up please
Poor Nancy Kerrigan's sweet knees
Somebody her black thing and went thug
That's terrible, he heard it for months
What about that one nobody guy that they dead in the grass
his dick in his, ass, unless there was more
But you won't recall because Micheal
Squeezed up on little kids balls

you consider drama, it ain't all that
It's that your whack
intergalactic satellite data compress
Yes, but we can't the homeless
And then OJ's big story
watched that while Oklahoma exploded
900 good reasons why world don't really care
That's what it costs for a wheel

(What ya know terrible?)

(You don't know terrible)

(What ya about terrible?)

(You don't know terrible)

Lady daah, we gotta protest
'Cuz some rock and roll ninja bit the off a rat
Just walked in his concert and tear 'em to
'Cuz he's so fuckin'
Mean while his record double and triple
of you whinin' bout him rubbin' his nipple
Religious? Shit, you helped bands
Instead of helpin' them poor people eatin' outta them cans

When your done with that bitch protest me
Shit I could use the money
The hole world was cryin' when Kurt Cobain went
Eazy-E died no it wasn't no thang
Rapper of aids but you hardly mention
Rocker his face off and becomes a legend
Heroine and a gun and a hero was made
Maybe I should do that so J can get paid

(What ya know terrible?)

(You don't what's terrible)

(What ya know terrible?)

(You don't what's terrible)

flag, in your school
Rebel flag, in your
Rebel flag, in court room
Rebel flag, in hearts
Rebel flag, for slavery
flag, stood for war
Rebel flag, for hatred
But just go ahead and hang flag up some more
Don't about my God damn flag boy
terrible is you damn rappers cursin'

The we live in was built by slaves
Beat at and and stuffed in they graves
You put a slave on a 1 dollar bill
And you wanna know why I kill
Bombs are blowin' up cops are
And all ya about is who the president fucked
You don't know terrible, you will
As as our wagons come over the hill

(What ya about terrible?)

(You don't know terrible)

(What ya know terrible?)

(You don't know terrible)

You don't even know what the
Is in store for that bitch ass of
Let me get a look at bitch ass of yours
There it is, it like a bitches ass
You bitch ass

(What ya about terrible?)

(You don't what's terrible)

(What ya about terrible?)

(You know what's terrible)

(What ya about terrible?)

(You don't know terrible)

(What ya know terrible?)

(You know what's terrible)