Luyện nghe bài hát Marshell Mathers

You know I just get it
Last year I was
This year I'm sellin
Now everybody wants to come around like I owe em
Heh, the fuck you want from me, ten dollars?
Get the out of here

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

Yo, you see me joggin, you might see me walkin
You might see me walkin a dead dog
with it's head chopped off in the park with a spiked
hollerin at him the son of a bitch won't quit barkin
(grrrr, ARF ARF) Or out a window, with a cocked shotgun
Drivin up the block in the car that they shot in
for Big's killers, dressed in ridiculous
blue and red like I see what the big deal is
Double barrel twelve gauge than Chris Wallace
Pissed off, cause Biggie and 'Pac missed all this
Watchin all these cheap imitations get off 'em
and get dollars that shoulda been there's like switched wallets
And all this Crist' poppin and wristwatches
I had to sit and just watch and just get nauseous
and walk around with an empty bottle of Remi
startin shit like 26-year-old skinny Cartman ("God damnit!")
I'm anti-Backstreet and Martin
with instincts to kill N'Sync, don't get me
These fuckin brats sing and Britney's garbage
What's this retarded? Gimme back my sixteen dollars
All I see is sissies in magazines
Whatever happened to whylin out and violent?
Whatever happened to a good-ol' fashioned
ass-whoopin and gettin your shoes coat and your hat tooken?
New on the Block, sucked a lot of dick
groups make me sick
And I can't wait 'til I all you faggots in public
love it.. (hahaha)
Vanilla Ice don't me (uh-uh)
Said some shit in Vibe to me (yup)
Then went and dyed his hair like me (hehe)
A bunch of little kids wanna just like me
and run around screamin, "I care, just bite me" (nah nah)
I think I was put to annoy the world
and destroy your 4-year-old boy or girl
Plus I was put here to put fear in faggots who Faygo Root Beer
and call themselves "Clowns" cause they queer
and Silent Gay
Claimin Detroit, when y'all live twenty away (fuckin punks)
And I don't wrestle, knock you fuckin faggots the fuck out
Ask 'em about the club they was at when snuck out
after ducked out the back when they saw us and bugged out
(AHHH!) down and got paintballs shot at they truck, blaow!
Look at y'all your mouth again
you ain't seen a fuckin Mile Road, South of 10
And I need help, from 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 mine you two little flaming faggots!

Chorus Eminem

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

Is it because you me that y'all expect so much of me?
You little bitch, get off me, go fuck Puffy
Now because of this blonde mop on top
and this fucked up head that I've got, gone pop?
The underground spunned around and did a 360
Now these diss me and act like 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 mom's suin for ten million
She must want a for every pill I've been stealin
Shit, where the you think I picked up the habit?
All I had to do was go in her room and up her mattress
is it bitch, Mrs. Briggs or Ms. Mathers?
It doesn't matter you {*several seconds of faggot!
about I fabricated my past
He's just aggravated I ejaculate in his ass (Uhh!)
So me, what the hell is a fella to do?
For every million I make, relative sues
Family fightin and over who wants to invite me to supper
All the sudden, I got 90 some cousins (Hey me!)
A half-brother and who never seen me
or even bothered to call me until saw me on TV
Now everybody's so and proud
I'm finally allowed to foot in my girlfriend's house
Hey-hey! And to top it off, I walked to the newsstand
to buy this cheap-ass little magazine a food stamp
to the last page, flipped right fast
and what do I see? A picture of my big ass
Okay, let me give you some help:
uhh, here - DOUBLE XL, XL
Now your magazine have so much trouble to sell
Ahh fuck it, I'll even buy a couple

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