Luyện nghe bài hát Marshell Mathers

You know I just get it
Last I was nobody
year I'm sellin records
Now everybody wants to around like I owe em somethin
Heh, the fuck you want from me, ten million
Get the out of here

You see I'm, just Marshall (Marshall Mathers)
I'm a regular guy,
I don't why all the fuss about me (fuss about me)
Nobody ever gave a before,
all they did was doubt me (did was me)
Now everybody wanna run they
and try to take at me (take shots at me)

Yo, you might see me joggin, you see me walkin
You might see me walkin a rottweiler dog
with it's head chopped off in the park a spiked collar
hollerin at him cause the son of a won't quit barkin
(grrrr, ARF ARF) Or out a window, with a cocked shotgun
Drivin up the in the car that they shot 'Pac in
for Big's killers, dressed in ridiculous
blue and red like I don't see what the big is
Double barrel twelve gauge bigger than Chris
Pissed off, cause and 'Pac just missed all this
all these cheap imitations get rich off 'em
and get dollars that shoulda been like they switched wallets
And all this Crist' poppin and wristwatches
I had to sit and just watch and just get nauseous
and walk around with an bottle of Remi Martin
shit like some 26-year-old skinny Cartman ("God damnit!")
I'm and Ricky Martin
with instincts to kill N'Sync, get me started
These fuckin brats can't and Britney's garbage
What's this bitch retarded? Gimme back my dollars
All I see is in magazines smiling
Whatever happened to whylin out and violent?
Whatever happened to catchin a good-ol'
passionate ass-whoopin and gettin your shoes coat and hat tooken?
New on the Block, sucked a lot of dick
groups make me sick
And I can't wait 'til I all you faggots in public
love it.. (hahaha)
Vanilla Ice like me (uh-uh)
Said some shit in Vibe to me (yup)
Then went and dyed his just like me (hehe)
A bunch of little wanna swear just like me
and run around screamin, "I don't care, just me" (nah nah)
I I was put here to annoy the world
and destroy your little boy or girl
Plus I was put to put fear in faggots who spray Faygo Root Beer
and call themselves "Clowns" cause they look
and Silent Gay
Claimin Detroit, when y'all live miles away (fuckin punks)
And I don't wrestle, I'll knock you faggots the fuck out
Ask 'em about the club was at when they snuck out
after ducked out the back when they saw us and bugged out
(AHHH!) Ducked and got paintballs shot at they truck, blaow!
Look at y'all runnin your mouth
when you ain't seen a fuckin Mile Road, of 10
And I don't help, from D-12, to beat up two females
in make-up, who may try to scratch me with Lee
"Slim Anus," you damn right, Anus
I don't get fucked in mine like you two little faggots!

Two: Eminem

Cause I'm, just Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm not a guy,
I'll knock you out if you talk about me (you about me)
Come and see me on the streets
if you assholes me (assholes doubt me)
And if you run your mouth
then come take best shot at me (your best shot at me)

Is it because you love me y'all expect so much of me?
You groupie bitch, get off me, go fuck Puffy
Now of this blonde mop that's on top
and this fucked up head that got, I've gone pop?
The underground just around and did a 360
Now these kids diss me and act like some big
"Oh, he did some shit with Missy,
so now he thinks too big to do some shit with MC Get-Bizzy"
My fuckin bitch mom's suin for ten
She must want a dollar for every pill I've been
Shit, where the you think I picked up the habit?
All I had to do was go in her and lift up her mattress
is it bitch, Mrs. Briggs or Ms. Mathers?
It doesn't matter you {*several of silence*} faggot!
Talkin I fabricated my past
He's just aggravated I won't in his ass (Uhh!)
So tell me, the hell is a fella to do?
For million I make, another relative sues
Family fightin and fussin who wants to invite me to supper
All the sudden, I got 90 cousins (Hey it's me!)
A half-brother and who never seen me
or even bothered to me until they saw me on TV
Now everybody's so happy and
I'm allowed to step foot in my girlfriend's house
Hey-hey! And then to top it off, I to the newsstand
to buy this cheap-ass little magazine with a stamp
Skipped to the last page, flipped fast
and what do I A picture of my big white ass
Okay, let me you motherfuckers some help:
uhh, here - XL, DOUBLE XL
Now your magazine have so much trouble to sell
Ahh fuck it, I'll even buy a couple

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