Luyện nghe bài hát Shady XV Cypher

I'm liable to a violent spark with a silent thought
I disgust you like dialogue from The to The Wired Frog
club, shit, I was taught if your CD's on fire
You had to put it out yourself like Highland Park, no department
So you might not hear at all
But be alarmed if I sound off
Something ain't right with me, dawg
A martyr on a private charter, whose life be harder?
Widely regarded highly, bite me, sweetheart, I'm retarded
But tonight I'm starting shit, I'm feeling self
I just hop in a mosh pit on some Mike Tyson and Pac shit
Looking to box with anybody, disorderly
I'll fuck around and snort a key and pick a with a locksmith
Fan of the LOX, bananas, manic, I'm in shock
Frantic, I'm trapped in a
attack cause I'm claustrophobic
No, faggot, I I can't maneuver from movement
'Cause I have no room for
I'm practically squashed, unpacked it and it
Toxic, hands are arsenic, flammable bars, examine the
Bar exam, start of
Charles Hamilton slash Manson and
Animal snarls, cannibal
mandibles, lambs to the slaughter
Looking as Hannibal stalking
Anthony Hopkins with his in his pockets
Black out, Galifianakis, gallons of Vodka
But that gal has knockers
I bet you ring a bell when I come back and I'm conscious
What happened, doc? I out again
Alcohol's making me break into vacant's
Stole a Magnum box and bag in back of a Datsun
Fell asleep Fear Factor and Scare Tactics
Too close to the
Poked a hole in the air and popped it
up shortly thereafter, hungover
No underwear, grasping a Bayer Aspirin and it
Air Max in my closet, preposterous Nikes made out of
And the cross is a cross mixing
Of a rhinoceros, skin, giraffe and a dolphin
Fin Dockers, OshKoshes, crotches
Swatch and sneakers matches with the Parkers
But it's like being overstaffed at a gym
With all trainers, but I don't have any boxers
And I'm standing here naked, hangover, still
Like paper you write raps on,
Yo, why does it always sound like I'm grabbing my
Fuck that, I'll 'em all, I'll battle a mall
I'll stand there and yell at a wall
Until the mannequin scatter and the inanimate objects
I'm battering all shatter and fall
'Cause I hear the track and I'm to get fucking amped
I'mma spark plug, I'm like the car with the cables to my fucking back, I'm a Duracell
But I sure as got it backwards 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 squadron
You'll like MasterCard when I'm charging
So a swipe at me, I'm coming straight at you
Like Clay from the Green Bay Packers
So get the sack of
nutbag that I'm talking, who am I kidding?
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 oncoming traffic, watch this
Stretched, tinted, black my ass
See how mad you act when I you off at Saks Fifth Ave
In a fucking cab to go shopping
Affable guy next is laughable
My next gonna have mechanical arms
That'll jack me off with a lotion dispenser with a sensor
No emotion hence I guess this sick prick hard
I got a Magic
It's a Magic Wand allows me to not let a blonde arouse me
If Ronda Rousey was on the couch the condoms out
Holding a thousand Magnums at to pounce me
I'll laugh in to how she dances and flaunts it around me
Her flat little badonkadonk is around
And all I see is Paulie Malign now, she's in a blouse
And with mud on her, God dammit I am misogynist
I slap Linda Ronstadt a lobster, throw her off a balcony
Just so happens fond of algae
'Cause now she's on the concrete
Complete lack of
Half you assholes ain't enough to pick up a spirit
Shit, you couldn't shoplift at a thrift shop
But I let the track lift 'em up, the energy
Klepto, I'm back to rip up, but my thing is this now
Five-finger
Been rapping so long I've been killing this shit, it's
Kidnapping your mom cause I'm still in bitch, thievery
Ransom for Ramsey, Chandra Levy, and Gary Condit
("Em") Paul was scared that if I went to the blonde
I might relapse, get on bullshit
Perhaps I'll launch some cracker taunts at Action
Macklemore, Mac Miller and Asher
And have some back and
And record a wack response to Kendrick Lamar's "Control"
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 that
Sometimes I have to why people are like
(I'll around)
And put up with my crap so for
What's the attraction,
Is it the fact that I'm a walking, talking, actual entendre
Or the nose that's pointing at you, mama?
Who at this point, it's always poking so meh
Still get along with voice cause that's the monster
So do-si-do a sociopath, everyone who knows me knows that
What they know is the fact Rihanna calls me Pinocchio, meh
She the way I lie
on my face and waits for my nose to grow
Pathological liar, oh, why am I such an
That my disguise is pants, but they on
So am I-a, wooh, Cappadonna, cut the off
Sabotage Christmas, crap in stocking
I'm up all the presents
In fucking so you can't even find 'em
Jack Santa Claus, snap Rudolph's off
his schnoz in gauze bandage and blind him
Blowing the head gasket at Bed, and Beyond
Put the basket back while the salt packets are gone, I
Know you tired of me sampling Billy Squier
But rock acid rap is the genre
Got Slash on guitar, splashing Bizarre, Thrasher and
And I'm a spectacular archer, feed count Dracula
Godzilla, half dragon and Bob
Bandwagoners, I'm kicking the stragglers off and I'm strangling 'em
Smack Kim on a ass