Luyện nghe bài hát ShadyXV

I'm liable to start a spark with a silent thought
I disgust you 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 like Highland Park, no fire department
So you may not hear at all
But be alarmed if I sound off
Something just ain't with me, dawg
A martyr on a private charter, whose could be harder
Widely regarded, highly bite me, sweetheart, I'm slightly
But tonight I'm starting shit, I'm feeling self
I might 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 mean I maneuver from movement
Cause I had no for improvement
I'm squashed, unpacked it and boxed it
Toxic, hands are arsenic, flammable bars, the content
Bar exam, of insanity
Charles Hamilton Manson and Bronson
Animal snarls, jaws
Shark mandibles, that'll slaughter
Looking as Hannibal stocking
Anthony Hopkins his hands in his pockets
out, Zach Galifianakis, gallons of Vodka
But I gallon knockers
I bet you they ring a bell when I come and I'm conscious
What happened, doc? I passed out
Alcohol's making me break vacant's naked
Stole a Magnum box and bag in back of a Doxon
Fell asleep watching Fear Factor and Tactics
Too to the stair master
a hole in the air mattress and popped it
Woke up there after, hungover
No one to wear, grasping a bear, rasped it and it
Air Max in my closet, preposterous Nikes made out of
And the cross is a cross mix
Of a rhinoceros, possum skin, and a dolphin
Dolphin fin dockers, cautious, drop crotches
Swats watches and sneakers matches the parkers
But it's like overstepped at a boxing gym
With all trainers, but I don't have any boxers
And I'm standing naked, hangover, still wasted
Like paper you write raps on,
Yo, why does it sound like I'm grabbing my nostrils?
Fuck that, battle 'em all, I'll battle 'em all
stand there and yell mad at a wall
Until the mannequin doll the inanimate objects
That I'm badder all, shatter and fall
Cause I the track
And I'm starting to get fucking amped, spark with 'em
Like the car the cables hooked 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 your back when arching
When I start attacking squadron
You'll like Master Card when I'm charging
So take a at me, I'm coming straight at you
Like Matthews from the Green Bay Packers
So get the of Wisconsin
That's nutbag I'm talking, who am I kidding?
You faggots are all gonna do my
get dragged to the auction
Neiman Marcus, bags of the
I'll push a bitch into oncoming traffic, just watch
Stretched, tinted, black my ass
See I'm at you wack when I you off at Saks Fifth Ave
In a taxi cab to go shopping
guy next door is laughable
My next whore's have mechanical arms
That'll jack me off with a lotion dispenser a motion sensor
No emotion hence I guess this sick prick hard
I got a Johnson
It's like a magic wand allows me to not let a blonde me
If Ronda Rousey was on the couch, the condoms out
Holding a thousand at once, Wants to Pounce
How I laugh in response how she dances and flaunts it me
Her flat little badonkadonk is bouncing
And all I see is [?] she's slaughterhouse in a
And Madonna mud on her, got dammit I a misogynist
I slap [?] with a lobster, her off a balcony
Just so happens fond of Al
now she's faceplanting on the concrete
Complete lack of
Half you assholes strong enough to pick up a spirit
Shit, you faggots couldn't shoplift at a shop
But I let the lift 'em up, boost the energy
Klepto, I'm back to rip up, but my thing is this now
Five discount
Been rapping so long I've killing this shit, it's easy
Kidnapping your mom cause I'm still in this bitch,
for JonBenét Ramsey, Chandra Levy, and Gary Condit
Always scared if I went to the blonde
I relapse, get to some bullshit
Perhaps I'll launch some cracker at Action Bronson
Macklemore and Mac and Asher Roth
some back and forths
And a wack response to Kendrick Lamar's Control verse
And Fack in concert
plays]
Yo, I put that shit on a Greatest album
Now that was
It takes some massive balls to do shit like that
Sometimes I have to ponder why people are
(I'll around)
And put up my crap so long for
the attraction, mama?
Is it the fact that I'm a walking, talking, actual entendre
Or the pointy nose that's at you, mama?
Who knows at this point, it's poking so meh
Still get along with this voice cause the monster
So do-si-do with a sociopath, who knows me knows that
What they don't know is the Rihanna calls me Pinocchio, meh
She the way I lie
Sits on my face and waits for my to grow
Pathological liar, oh, why am I an asshole
That might've pants, but they on fire
So am I-a, wooh, Cappadonna, cut the off
Sabotage Christmas, crap in stocking
I'm wrapping up all the
In camouflage so you can't even find 'em
Jack Santa Claus, snap antlers off
Wrap his schnoz in bandage and blind him
the head gasket at Bed, Bath and Beyond
Put the back while the bath salt packets are gone
Know you really of me sampling Billy Squier
But classic rock acid rap is the
Got Slash on guitar, splashing Bizarre, Trasher and
And I'm a spectacular archer, feed count Dracula
Godzilla, dragon and Bob Dylan
Bandwagoners the damn stragglers off and I'm strangling 'em
Kim Basinger on the ass