Luyện nghe bài hát Marshall Mathers

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

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

Yo, you might see me joggin', you might see me
You might see me walkin' a rottweiler dog
With it's head chopped off in the with a spiked collar
Hollerin' at him cause the son of a bitch won't quit
Or leanin' out a window, with a shotgun
up the block in the car that they shot 'Pac in
Lookin' for Big's killers, ridiculous
Blue and red like I don't see what the big is
barrel twelve gauge thinkin' of Chris Wallace
Pissed off, Biggie and 'Pac just missed all this
Watchin' all cheap imitations get rich off 'em
And get dollars that should of been like they switched wallets
And amidst all this Crist' and wristwatches
I had to sit back and just watch and just get
And walk with an empty bottle of Remi Martin
Startin' shit like some twenty-six-year-old Cartman ("God damnit!")
I'm anti-Backstreet and Martin
With instincts to kill N'Sync, don't get me
These fuckin' can't sing and Britney's garbage
What's this bitch retarded? Gimme back my sixteen
All I see is in magazines smiling
Whatever happened to out and bein' violent?
happened to catchin' a good-ol' fashioned
Passionate ass-whoopin' and gettin' your shoes coat and hat tooken?
New Kids on the Block, a lot of dick
groups make me sick
And I can't wait 'til I catch all you fagots in
I'm a it (ha ha ha)

Vanilla Ice like me (uh-uh)
Said some in Vibe to spite me (yup)
Then and dyed his hair just like me (he he)
A bunch of little want to swear just like me
And run around screamin', "I don't care, just me" (nah nah)
I think I was put to annoy the world
And destroy your little boy or girl
Plus I was put here to put fear in fagots who spray Root Beer
And call "Clowns" cause they look queer
Fagot you to and Silent Gay
Claimin' Detroit, when y'all live twenty away (fuckin' punks)
And I don't wrestle, I'll knock you fuckin' the fuck out
Ask 'em about the club was at when they snuck out
After they ducked out the when they saw us and bugged out
(Ah!) Ducked down and got paint balls shot at truck, blaow!
Look at y'all runnin' your again
When you ain't a fuckin' Mile Road, south of ten
And I don't need help, D-12, to beat up two females
In make-up, who may try to me with Lee Nails
"Slim Anus," you right, Slim Anus
I don't get fucked in mine like you two little fagots!

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

Is it because you love me that y'all expect so of me?
You little bitch, get off me, go fuck Puffy
Now of this blond mop that's on top
And this up head that I've got, I've gone pop?
The underground just spunned and did a three sixty
Now these kids dis me and act like some big
"Oh, he just did some with Missy,
So now he thinks he's too big to do shit with M-C Get-Bizzy"
My bitch mom's suin' for ten million
She want a dollar for every pill I've been stealin'
Shit, where the fuck you think I 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 you fagot!
Talkin' about I fabricated my
He's just aggravated I ejaculate in his ass (Uh!)
So tell me, the hell is a fella to do?
For every million I make, another relative
Family and fussin' over who wants to invite me to supper
All the sudden, I got ninety-some cousins (Hey me!)
A half-brother and sister who never me
Or even bothered to me until they saw me on T-V
Now so happy and proud
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, right fast
And what do I A picture of my big white ass
Okay, let me give you motherfuckers help
Uh, here, X-L, double X-L
Now your shouldn't have so much trouble to sell
Ah fuck it, I'll even buy a couple

'Cause I'm just Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm a regular guy,
I don't know why all the about me (fuss about me)
Nobody ever gave a before,
All they did was me (did was doubt me)
Now everybody want to run they
And take at me (take shots at me)

I'm just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm just a guy,
I don't why all the fuss about me (fuss about me)
Nobody gave a fuck before,
All did was doubt me (did was doubt me)
Now everybody want to run mouth
And shots at me (take shots at me)