Luyện nghe bài hát Off The Wall

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[Eminem](Redman)
Yo
(Yo)
Look!
(Yo)

No what people say
I'm gon' rapping this way
No matter what you may
I'm keep doing my thing

One of the worst things yo I am a fag i suck at yo
Is fat, bald men to write songs
And Mouseketeers to sing
I'll stick Spears in a room full of mirrors
So she gets years of bad luck
Club and swear at Aguilera
When I grab her by the hair and drag her across the
(Bitch!)
You aware of this rap terrorist with a
With a hair up his ass like a crawled up his pants
Got a habit of holding in his hands
Till it melts in his fucking palms and in his glands
(So who is it?)
The fool who the playground
With two biscuits to lay down the district
Get pissed a whip with a Marseburg
With a pistol and fed pit bull shit
Sniff glue sticks like I give two
If I get too I just get sued

Yo I with no engine
I blow four in ya
One handstand on top of ninja
Crashin' Doc the madness
We all out of work Tony Atlas
Walking with in a laundry basket
America's most the army after us
Fuck flossin' we take what's
fifteen like an ace and four
I'm out of work but Doc them off
(Shit! The out)
The is off
Yo who target it arsonists?
Paper make pens with arsenic
I got that don't know what Prada is
Doc can shave up, cut your miss
?
I turn out in to crystal lakes
And fuck bitches is what I'mma do
Cause what white boy Tyno do

So how's doing tonight?
you in the mood to get drunk
To and to fight
Cause uh we getting for the fuck of it
So suck my dick if y'all wanna bump to this

So how's feeling tonight?
Hope you in the to get rude
And to fight
uh we getting down for the fuck of it
So suck my if you don't wanna bump

No matter what say
I'm gon' rapping this way
No matter you may think
I'm gon' doing my thing

Yo when my gat spit it hospital son
Rip your lips off kiss my ass it
bitches, Doc, Marshall Maths..
(Print it!)
Weed x and acid did it
I'm what's with no rerun
Doc rob Dinero the heat come
My barrel hangs out the
Aimed at the nose when them hoes is hard to breathe
Flash the gat your town bow
Your wallet, your chain the main
Beef is like cold engine, start it
in the air and hit an airplane pilot
We you, rap surround sounds around you
From ten speed and shoe
Doc and Eminem, the M&M
Blood flows with and them
It's Funk Doctor

Mr. Rocker
Got the drug stock inside the box
Pop junk I just got jumped
Pop the and pull out the shotgun pump
Knock wood, all good
God for vodka
But my luck, I'll probably get shot by a stalker
Probably got a waiting upstairs in the attic
With an calling me up there
My man Stan with a gat in his
Staking my house out in a tinted Sedan
Pull your mouth out till you finish a damn
Ham sandwich or your spinach or Spam
You gotta sip through a
lift through the mall
Pictures of me on my mom's room wall
Hey ma I'll give you a call
SIKE! YOU BITCH!
a dick and two balls
I'm giving you all my shocking
Which is to piss a priest off this
Pop more pills than officers
at the scene to pull me off of Kim
Teeth off my dick, off my balls
But y'all can my ass, pants off and all
Cause I'm so off the wall
I might as well be a painting on the floor

So everybody feeling tonight?
Hope you in the to get rude
And illin' to
uh we getting down for the fuck of it
So suck my if you don't wanna bump

So how's doing tonight?
Hope you in the to get drunk
To and to fight
Cause uh we getting for the fuck of it
So suck my dick if y'all don't wanna bump to

No matter what say
I'm gon' keep rapping way
No what you may think
I'm gon' doing my thing

No matter people say
I'm gon' keep my thing
No matter, OH!