Luyện nghe bài hát Off The Wall

* Fart

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

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

One of the worst things yo I am a fag i suck at yo
Is fat, bald men decided to write
And teach to sing
I'll Britney Spears in a room full of mirrors
So she gets fifty of bad luck
Club and swear at Christina
When I grab her by the and drag her across the Sahara
(Bitch!)
You aware of this rap terrorist a therapist
a hair up his ass like a rabbit crawled up his pants
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 the playground
two biscuits to lay down the school district
Get pissed a whip with a Marseburg
With a pistol grip and fed pit shit
Sniff glue sticks like I give two
If I get too I just get sued

Yo I with no engine
After I blow in ya
One handstand on top of your
Crashin' Doc the madness
We all out of like Tony Atlas
Walking with cans in a laundry
America's most with the after us
Fuck flossin' we take what's
fifteen like an ace and four
I'm out of work but Doc laid off
(Shit! The out)
The is off
Yo who it from arsonists?
Paper make pens filled with
I got that don't know what Prada is
Doc can up, cut your barber miss
?
I turn out camps in to lakes
And fuck face is what I'mma do
that's what white boy Tyno do

So how's everybody doing
you in the mood to get drunk
To screw and to
Cause uh we down for the fuck of it
So my dick if y'all don't wanna bump to this

So everybody feeling tonight?
Hope you in the to get rude
And illin' to
Cause uh we down for the fuck of it
So suck my if you don't wanna bump

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

Yo my gat spit it hospital son admitted
Rip lips off kiss my ass with it
bitches, Doc, Marshall Maths..
(Print it!)
Weed x and tabs did it
I'm what's with no rerun
Doc rob Dinero when the come
My hangs out the Camero
Aimed at the nose when hoes is hard to breathe from
Flash the gat your bow guarded
Your wallet, your chain the main
Beef is cold engine, don't start it
in the air and hit an airplane pilot
We pound you, rap sounds around you
From ten speed and brown
Doc and Eminem, the M&M
Blood with 2Paclypse and them
It's like Doctor

Mr. Rocker
Got the drug inside the lunch box
Pop junk like I just got
Pop the trunk and out the shotgun pump
Knock wood, it's all
Thank God for
But with my luck, I'll probably get by a stalker
Probably got a Fanatic waiting in the attic
an automatic calling me up there
My man with a gat in his hand
Staking my house out in a damn Sedan
Pull mouth out till you can't finish a damn
Ham sandwich or canned spinach or Spam
You gotta sip through a
Shop lift the mall
Pictures of me on my mom's living wall
Hey ma maybe give you a call
SIKE! YOU BITCH!
a dick and two balls
I'm giving you all my shocking
Which is to a priest off with this
Pop more pills than officers
at the scene to pull me off of Kim
Teeth off my dick, hands off my
But y'all can kiss my ass, off and all
I'm so goddamn off the wall
I might as well be a painting on the floor

So how's feeling tonight?
you in the mood to get rude
And to fight
Cause uh we getting down for the of it
So suck my if you don't wanna bump

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

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

No matter what say
I'm keep doing my thing
No matter, OH!