Luyện nghe bài hát Off The Wall

* Fart

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

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

One of the worst things yo I am a fag i at rapin yo
Is fat, bald men decided to songs
And Mouseketeers to sing
I'll stick Spears in a room full of mirrors
So she gets fifty years of bad
Club and swear at Christina
When I grab her by the hair and her across the Sahara
(Bitch!)
You of this rap terrorist with a therapist
a hair up his ass like a rabbit 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 visits the
With two biscuits to lay down the school
Get with a whip with a Marseburg
With a pistol grip and fed pit bull
glue sticks like I give two shits
If I get too I just get sued

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

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

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

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

Yo when my gat it hospital son admitted
Rip your lips off my ass with it
bitches, Doc, Marshall Maths..
(Print it!)
Weed x and acid did it
I'm happening with no rerun
Doc rob when the heat come
My barrel hangs out the
at the nose when them hoes is hard to breathe from
Flash the gat your bow guarded
Your wallet, your the main target
Beef is like cold engine, don't it
Bust in the air and hit an airplane
We pound you, rap surround sounds you
From ten speed and shoe
Doc and Eminem, the M&M
Blood with 2Paclypse and them
It's like Funk

Mr. Rocker
Got the stock inside the lunch box
Pop junk like I just got
Pop the trunk and pull out the pump
wood, it's all good
Thank God for
But with my luck, I'll probably get shot by a
Probably got a Fanatic waiting upstairs in the
With an automatic calling me up
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 or your canned spinach or Spam
You gotta sip a straw
Shop through the mall
Pictures of me on my mom's living wall
Hey ma maybe I'll give you a
SIKE! YOU BITCH!
Suck a dick and two
I'm you all my shocking script
is to piss a priest off with this
Pop pills than police 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
I'm so goddamn off the wall
I might as well be a painting on the floor

So how's everybody feeling
you in the mood to get rude
And to fight
Cause uh we getting for the fuck of it
So suck my dick if you don't bump

So how's everybody doing
you in the mood to get drunk
To and to fight
Cause uh we down for the fuck of it
So suck my dick if y'all don't bump to this

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

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