Luyện nghe bài hát Marshall Mathers

You know I don't get it
Last year I was
year I'm sellin' records
Now everybody wants to around like I owe 'em somethin'
The fuck you want from me, ten dollars?
Get the fuck out of

You see I'm Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm a regular guy,
I know why all the fuss about me (fuss about me)
ever gave a fuck before,
All they did was doubt me (did was me)
Now everybody want to run mouth
And take shots at me (take at me)

Yo, you might see me joggin', you see me walkin'
You might see me walkin' a dead dog
With it's head off in the park with a spiked collar
Hollerin' at him cause the son of a won't quit barkin'
Or out a window, with a cocked shotgun
up the block in the car that they shot 'Pac in
Lookin' for Big's killers, dressin'
Blue and red like I see what the big deal is
Double barrel twelve thinkin' of Chris Wallace
off, cause Biggie and 'Pac just missed all this
Watchin' all these imitations get rich off 'em
And get dollars that should of been there's they switched wallets
And amidst all this Crist' poppin' and
I had to sit back and watch and just get nauseous
And walk around with an empty bottle of Martin
Startin' shit like some twenty-six-year-old skinny ("God damnit!")
I'm and Ricky Martin
With instincts to kill N'Sync, get me started
These fuckin' brats can't sing and Britney's
What's this bitch Gimme back my sixteen dollars
All I see is sissies in smiling
Whatever happened to whylin' out and violent?
Whatever happened to catchin' a fashioned
ass-whoopin' and gettin' your shoes coat and your hat tooken?
New Kids on the Block, sucked a lot of
groups make me sick
And I can't wait 'til I catch all you in public
I'm a it (ha ha ha)

Vanilla Ice like me (uh-uh)
Said shit in Vibe to spite me (yup)
went and dyed his hair just like me (he he)
A bunch of little kids want to swear 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 four-year-old boy or girl
Plus I was put here to put fear in fagots who spray Faygo Root
And themselves "Clowns" cause they look queer
Fagot you to Dope and Gay
Claimin' Detroit, when y'all twenty miles away (fuckin' punks)
And I don't wrestle, knock you fuckin' fagots the fuck out
Ask 'em about the club they was at when they out
they ducked out the back when they saw us and bugged out
(Ah!) Ducked down and got paint shot at they truck, blaow!
Look at y'all runnin' your mouth
When you ain't a fuckin' Mile Road, south of ten
And I need help, from 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 like you two little flaming fagots!

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

Is it because you love me that y'all expect so of me?
You groupie bitch, get off me, go fuck Puffy
Now because of this blond mop on top
And this fucked up head that I've got, gone pop?
The underground just around and did a three sixty
Now these kids dis me and act like some big
"Oh, he just did shit with Missy,
So now he thinks too big to do some shit with M-C Get-Bizzy"
My fuckin' bitch suin' for ten million
She must a dollar for every pill I've been stealin'
Shit, where the fuck you I picked up the habit?
All I had to do was go in her and lift up her mattress
Which is it bitch, Mrs. or Ms. Mathers?
It doesn't you fagot!
Talkin' about I fabricated my
He's just aggravated I won't in his ass (Uh!)
So me, what the hell is a fella to do?
For every million I make, another relative
Family fightin' and fussin' over who wants to me to supper
All the sudden, I got ninety-some (Hey it's me!)
A half-brother and who never seen me
Or even bothered to me until they saw me on T-V
Now so happy and proud
I'm finally allowed to step foot in my house
Hey-hey! And to top it off, I walked to the newsstand
To buy this little magazine with a food stamp
Skipped to the last page, flipped fast
And what do I see? A of my big white ass
Okay, let me you motherfuckers some help
Uh, here, double X-L, X-L
Now your magazine shouldn't have so trouble to sell
Ah fuck it, I'll even buy a myself

I'm just Marshall 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 did was doubt me (did was doubt me)
Now everybody to run they mouth
And shots at me (take shots at me)

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