Luyện nghe bài hát Marshell Mathers

You know I don't get it
Last I was nobody
This year I'm records
Now everybody wants to come around I owe em somethin
Heh, the you want from me, ten million dollars?
Get the fuck out of

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

Yo, you might see me joggin, you might see me
You might see me walkin a dead dog
with it's head chopped off in the park with a collar
hollerin at him cause the son of a bitch won't barkin
(grrrr, ARF ARF) Or leanin out a window, with a shotgun
Drivin up the block in the car that they 'Pac in
Lookin for Big's killers, dressed in
blue and red like I don't see what the big is
Double barrel twelve gauge bigger Chris Wallace
Pissed off, cause Biggie and 'Pac missed all this
Watchin all these cheap get rich off 'em
and get dollars that shoulda been there's like they switched
And amidst all Crist' poppin and wristwatches
I had to sit back and just watch and get nauseous
and walk around with an bottle of Remi Martin
startin shit like some skinny Cartman ("God damnit!")
I'm and Ricky Martin
with instincts to N'Sync, don't get me started
These fuckin brats sing and Britney's garbage
What's this bitch retarded? Gimme back my dollars
All I see is in magazines smiling
Whatever happened to out and bein violent?
Whatever 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
Boy/girl groups make me
And I can't wait 'til I all you faggots in public
I'ma it.. (hahaha)
Vanilla Ice don't me (uh-uh)
Said some in Vibe to spite me (yup)
Then went and dyed his hair like me (hehe)
A bunch of kids wanna swear just like me
and run around screamin, "I don't care, bite me" (nah nah)
I think I was put here to annoy the
and your little 4-year-old boy or girl
I was put here to put fear in faggots who spray Faygo Root Beer
and call themselves "Clowns" cause they queer
and Silent Gay
Claimin Detroit, when y'all live miles away (fuckin punks)
And I don't wrestle, I'll knock you fuckin the fuck out
Ask 'em the club they was at when they snuck out
after they ducked out the when they saw us and bugged out
(AHHH!) Ducked down and got paintballs shot at truck, blaow!
Look at runnin your mouth again
when you seen a fuckin Mile Road, South of 10
And I don't need help, D-12, to beat up two females
in make-up, who may try to scratch me with Lee
"Slim Anus," you damn right, Anus
I don't get fucked in like you two little flaming faggots!

Chorus Two:

Cause I'm, just Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm not a guy,
I'll knock you out if you about me (you talk about me)
and see me on the streets alone
if you doubt me (assholes doubt me)
And if you run your mouth
then come take best shot at me (your best shot at me)

Is it because you me that y'all expect so much of me?
You little groupie bitch, get off me, go fuck
Now because of this mop that's on top
and this up head that I've got, I've gone pop?
The underground spunned around and did a 360
Now these kids diss me and act some big sissies
"Oh, he did some shit with Missy,
so now he he's too big to do some shit with MC Get-Bizzy"
My fuckin bitch suin for ten million
She must want a dollar for every pill been stealin
Shit, the fuck you think I picked up the habit?
All I had to do was go in her room and lift up her
is it bitch, Mrs. Briggs or Ms. Mathers?
It matter you {*several seconds of silence*} faggot!
Talkin about I my past
He's just I won't ejaculate in his ass (Uhh!)
So tell me, the hell is a fella to do?
For every million I make, another sues
fightin and fussin over who wants to invite me to supper
All the sudden, I got 90 some cousins (Hey me!)
A and sister who never seen me
or even bothered to me until they saw me on TV
Now everybody's so and proud
I'm finally allowed to step foot in my girlfriend's
Hey-hey! And to top it off, I walked to the newsstand
to buy cheap-ass little magazine with a food stamp
Skipped to the page, flipped right fast
and what do I see? A of my big white ass
Okay, let me you motherfuckers some help:
uhh, - DOUBLE XL, DOUBLE XL
Now your magazine have so much trouble to sell
Ahh fuck it, I'll even buy a couple

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