Luyện nghe bài hát Off The Wall

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[Eminem](Redman)
Yo
(Yo)
Look!
(Yo)

No what people say
I'm gon' keep this way
No matter you may think
I'm gon' keep my thing

One of the worst things yo I am a fag i at rapin yo
Is fat, men decided to write songs
And Mouseketeers to sing
I'll stick Spears in a room full of mirrors
So she gets fifty years of bad
and swear at Christina Aguilera
When I grab her by the hair and drag her the Sahara
(Bitch!)
You aware of this rap terrorist with a
With a hair up his ass like a rabbit crawled up his
Got a habit of holding in his hands
Till it melts in his fucking palms and dissolves in his
(So who is it?)
The fool who visits the
two biscuits to lay down the school district
Get pissed with a whip a Marseburg
a pistol grip and fed pit bull shit
Sniff glue sticks like I give two
If I get too rich I get sued

Yo I leave no engine
After I four in ya
One on top of your ninja
Crashin' Doc the madness
We all out of work like Tony
Walking with in a laundry basket
America's most with the after us
Fuck flossin' we what's yours
Unload fifteen like an ace and
I'm out of work but Doc them off
(Shit! The out)
The is off
Yo who target it from
Paper make filled with arsenic
I got hoes that know what Prada is
Doc can shave up, cut barber miss
?
I out camps in to crystal lakes
And fuck face is what I'mma do
Cause that's what boy Tyno do

So how's doing tonight?
Hope you in the mood to get
To screw and to
Cause uh we getting for the fuck of it
So suck my dick if don't wanna bump to this

So how's everybody feeling
Hope you in the to get rude
And to fight
uh we getting down for the fuck of it
So suck my dick if you wanna bump

No matter what say
I'm gon' rapping this way
No matter what you may
I'm gon' doing my thing

Yo when my gat spit it son admitted
Rip your lips off kiss my ass it
bitches, Doc, Marshall Maths..
(Print it!)
Weed x and acid did it
I'm what's with no rerun
Doc rob Dinero when the come
My barrel hangs out the
at the nose when them hoes is hard to breathe from
Flash the gat your bow guarded
Your wallet, your the main target
Beef is cold engine, don't start it
Bust in the air and hit an pilot
We pound you, rap surround sounds you
ten speed and brown shoe
Doc and Eminem, the M&M
Blood flows with and them
It's like Doctor

Mr. Punk
Got the drug stock the lunch box
Pop like I just got jumped
Pop the and pull out the shotgun pump
wood, it's all good
Thank God for
But with my luck, probably get shot by a stalker
Probably got a Fanatic waiting upstairs in the
an automatic calling me up there
My man Stan with a gat in his
Staking my house out in a damn Sedan
your mouth out till you can't finish a damn
Ham sandwich or canned spinach or Spam
You gotta sip a straw
Shop lift through the
Pictures of me on my mom's living room
Hey ma maybe I'll you a call
SIKE! YOU BITCH!
Suck a dick and two
I'm giving you all my script
Which is to piss a priest off this
Pop pills than police officers
at the scene to pull me off of Kim
Teeth off my dick, off my balls
But can kiss my ass, pants off and all
I'm so goddamn off the wall
I might as well be a smashed on the floor

So how's feeling tonight?
Hope you in the to get rude
And illin' to
uh we getting down for the fuck of it
So my dick if you don't wanna bump

So how's everybody tonight?
you in the mood to get drunk
To and to fight
uh we getting down for the fuck of it
So suck my dick if y'all don't wanna to this

No matter what say
I'm gon' keep this way
No matter what you may
I'm gon' doing my thing

No matter people say
I'm gon' doing my thing
No matter, OH!