Luyện nghe bài hát Marshell Mathers

You know I don't get it
Last I was nobody
This year I'm records
Now everybody to come around like I owe em somethin
Heh, the fuck you want 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 why all the fuss about me (fuss about me)
Nobody ever a fuck before,
all they did was doubt me (did was me)
Now wanna run they mouth
and try to shots at me (take shots at me)

Yo, you see me joggin, you might see me walkin
You might see me a dead rottweiler dog
with it's head chopped off in the park a spiked 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 shot 'Pac in
for Big's killers, dressed in ridiculous
blue and red I don't see what the big deal is
barrel twelve gauge bigger than Chris Wallace
Pissed off, cause Biggie and 'Pac just all this
Watchin all these cheap get rich off 'em
and get dollars that been there's like they switched wallets
And all this Crist' poppin and wristwatches
I had to sit back and just and just get nauseous
and walk around with an empty bottle of Martin
startin shit some 26-year-old skinny Cartman ("God damnit!")
I'm and Ricky Martin
with to kill N'Sync, don't get me started
These brats can't sing and Britney's garbage
What's this bitch retarded? back my sixteen dollars
All I see is sissies in magazines
Whatever happened to out and bein violent?
happened to catchin a good-ol' fashioned
passionate ass-whoopin and gettin your shoes and your hat tooken?
New Kids on the Block, sucked a lot of
Boy/girl make me sick
And I can't 'til I catch all you faggots in public
love it.. (hahaha)
Vanilla Ice like me (uh-uh)
Said some in Vibe to spite me (yup)
went and dyed his hair just like me (hehe)
A bunch of little kids wanna swear like me
and run around screamin, "I don't care, bite me" (nah nah)
I think I was put here to annoy the
and destroy little 4-year-old boy or girl
Plus I was put here to put fear in who spray Faygo Root Beer
and call themselves "Clowns" cause they look
and Silent Gay
Claimin Detroit, when y'all live twenty miles (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 back when they saw us and out
(AHHH!) Ducked down and got paintballs shot at truck, blaow!
Look at y'all runnin your mouth
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 mine you two little flaming faggots!

Chorus Eminem

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 wanna run 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 little bitch, get off me, go fuck Puffy
Now of this blonde mop that's on top
and this fucked up head that I've got, I've gone
The just spunned around and did a 360
Now kids diss me and act like some big sissies
"Oh, he just did some shit Missy,
so now he thinks too big to do some shit with MC Get-Bizzy"
My fuckin bitch mom's suin for ten
She must want a dollar for every 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 lift up her
Which is it bitch, Mrs. or Ms. Mathers?
It doesn't matter you {*several of silence*} faggot!
about I fabricated 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 (Hey it's me!)
A half-brother and who never seen me
or even bothered to me until they saw me on TV
Now everybody's so happy and
I'm finally allowed to step in my girlfriend's house
Hey-hey! And then to top it off, I walked to the
to buy this cheap-ass little magazine with a food
Skipped to the last page, flipped fast
and what do I A picture of my big white ass
Okay, let me give you motherfuckers help:
uhh, here - XL, DOUBLE XL
Now your magazine shouldn't so much trouble to sell
Ahh fuck it, even buy a couple myself

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