Luyện nghe bài hát Low, Down, Dirty

Warning, shit's gon' be rated R, restricted
You see this bullet hole in my neck? It's self
Doctor my momma, "Bitch you got a sick kid"
Arrested, molested myself and got

Wearing visors, sunglasses and
'Cause my split personality is having an crisis
I'm Dr. and Mr. Jekyll, disrespectful
Hearing voices in my head while these whispers
"Murder Redrum"

size of a bread crumb
Which will I end up dead from
Inebriated, my stress is elevated
How in the fuck can Eminem and be related?

Illiterate, illegitimate shit
Bitch getter, hid in the bush like Margot
out killed the bitch and did her
Use to let the babysitter suck my dick I was little'er

Smoke a blunt while I'm titty Bette Midler
Sniper, waiting on your like the Fiddler
Y'all thought I was rhyme with Riddler
Ya? Bring your bitch, I wanna see if this dick gon' fit in her

I'm low down and I'm
And if you hear a man that like me smack him
And ask him where the fuck did he get his raps from
I'm low and I'm shiftee
And if you hear a man that sounds me smack him
And ask him where the did he get his damn raps from

I lace tunes, I'm out this like Space Moons
a bunch crazed loons dismissin' brains like braze wounds
Nothing but and misfits, dip shits
Doing whip pits, passed out like Sanford pits

the weed, I wanna tamper with it
I'ma let grandpa hit it
Mix it up with cocaine so her can't it
it, maybe I'm a bum

But I was put on this earth to your baby mama cum
So I'm on is way beyond the bomb or any alcoholic beverage
all of my leverage
Went up inside the National Bank broke, and left rich

Walking bio-hazard causing wreckage, smoked out Eckridge
Band just making my itch, what the fuck? Gimme the tech bitch
You lost your tip, there's a pubic hair in my breakfast
Got shit popping off like bottle cap
Get your cap peeled the dead skin of your mama's chapped lips

Slap hips, support domestic
Beat your bitches ass your kids stare in silence
I'm just joking, is Dozen's really dust smoking?
If all shit's missing, than probably one of us broke in

I'm low and I'm shiftee
And if you hear a man that sounds me smack him
And ask him where the fuck did he get his raps from
I'm low and I'm shiftee
And if you hear a man that sounds like me him
And ask him where the fuck did he get his damn from

My head's ringing, like it was Spider tingling
Lit it like Bay did when they shitted on New England
I'm out the game, put the second in
This Brandy got my

Bobbing back and like a penguin
Delinquent, microphones with Broken English
your mama be like "Oh, this is good, who sing this?"
Slim Shady, his tape is dope, I it
It's rugged, but he needs to talking all that drug shit

It was by a medic
I'd grow to be an addicted
off liquid Triametic
Pathetic, but I don't think this headache's ever

Panicking, I think I might have just too much Anacin
Frozen Manaquin, stiffer than a statue
I think I'm dying, God is that
help me, before I OD on an LP

Take me to ER for an IV
Motherfuck JLB, don't support no hip hop
They say that's where it ends, the closest they gon' come is
It's politics, all a fix

Setup by white blue collared hicks
Just to make a dollar off of music
With a subliminal of tricks
But can kiss ass and swallow dicks

I'm low and I'm shiftee
And if you hear a man that sounds me smack him
And ask him where the did he get his damn raps from
I'm low down and I'm
And if you hear a man that sounds me smack him
And ask him where the did he get his damn raps from