Luyện nghe bài hát Yonkers

I'm a walking paradox, no I'm not
Threesomes with a triceratops, Reptar
Rapping as I'm mocking deaf rock
Wearing synthetic wigs made of Anwar's
Bedrock, than a motherfucking Flintstone
Making crack rocks out of pussy nigga
This Jasper trying to get grown
5'7" of his bitches in my bedroom
Swallow the cinnamon, I'm a this sin and shit
While Syd is me that she's been getting intimate with men
(Syd, shut the fuck up) the number to my therapist
(Shit) Tell him all your problems, he's fucking awesome listening

Jesus called, he he's sick of the disses
I told him to quit bitching and this a fucking hotline
For a shrink, sheesh I already got mine
And not fucking working, I think I'm wasting my damn time
I'm clocking past six and going postal
This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine that cock nines
This ain't no V Tech shit or
But after bowling, I went for some damn Adventure Time
(What'd you do?) I slipped myself some pink
And danced around the house in print panties
My mom's gone, fucking broad will never understand me
I'm not gay, I wanna boogie to some Marvin
(What you think of Hayley Williams?) her, Wolf Haley robbing them
crash that fucking airplane that that faggot nigga B.o.B is in
And stab Bruno in his goddamn esophagus
And stop until the cops come in
I'm an achiever, so how about I start a team of leaders
And pick up Stevie Wonder to be the wide
Green paper, gold teeth and pregnant retrievers
Is all I want, money, diamonds and bitches, don't need them
But the fat ones at? I got something to feed them
It's some books, the black kids never wanted to read them
Snap back, ch-ch-chia fucking leaves
It's been a couple months, and still ain't perm her fucking weave, damn

They say success is the best
So I beat DeShay up with the of magazines I'm in
Oh, not again! Another writing report
I'm stabbing any blogging faggot hipster with a
suicidal I am
I'm Wolf, Tyler put this fucking in my hand
I'm Wolf, Ace put that fucking hole in my head
And I'm Wolf, that was me who shoved a cock in bitch
(What the fuck, man?) the fame and all the hype, G
I just want to if my father would ever like me
But I don't give a fuck, so he's probably like me
A motherfuckin',
(Fuck everything, man) That's what my conscience
Then it bunny off my shoulder, now my conscience dead
Now the only that I had is splattered on cement
Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit,