Luyện nghe bài hát Inglorious

1]
My died the day I came out of my mother's hole
And a burden on my soul until I was old enough
To understand that the fucking faggot like me much
He loved my moms enough to bust a nut and he shake Junt
Bring your pops to school today for years I cheated
Told the faculty that he was at a meeting and
Bring that to life day, he wasn't at the meeting
Made a on the weather like "the fuck am I thinking"
Birthdays, Christmas my only fucking wishlist was (and a father)
And a new fitted I got some CD's
I hated Ritalin, some white socks
I was because I didn't get attention from my real pops
Cops say I'm supposed to be in jail but don't know it's me
Statistics say niggas with no father ain't going to be shit
Well I I had one because nigga I'm it
You smell that? the odor of success bitch

I I'm not the only bastard in America
So I'm going to some help, on this next part
Scream it 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 it came to gifts
Cause I ain't know for who or the fuck to get
Now my momma the day before what she would like
Cause playing both roles like her occupation was dyke, fucking right
I ain't look to and Nixon, I look up to the Hugo's and Dixon's
The niggas in the rap about the shit they cooking in the kitchen
Pushing like them niggas that were banging on the keys
My never seen me, the nigga probably Stevie
He bought me a hoodie, a albums
Like that's to make up the years and the tears
And the money that my momma spent on and clothes
You fucking dipped out, I to God if I see you
I'm a get out the M-16 and let a clip out
Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence,
I don't give a fuck either like father, son, I'm done

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

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