Luyện nghe bài hát Low, Down, Dirty

Warning, this shit's be rated R, restricted
You see this bullet hole in my neck? It's inflicted
Doctor slapped my momma, "Bitch you got a kid"
Arrested, molested myself and got

Wearing visors, sunglasses and
'Cause my personality is having an identity crisis
I'm Dr. and Mr. Jekyll, disrespectful
Hearing in my head while these whispers echo
"Murder Redrum"

Brain size of a bread
drug will I end up dead from
Inebriated, till my stress is
How in the can Eminem and Shady be related?

Illiterate, illegitimate spitter
Bitch getter, hid in the bush like Kidder
Jumped out killed the and did her
Use to let the suck my dick when I was little'er

Smoke a blunt while I'm titty fuckin' Bette
Sniper, waiting on your like the Fiddler
Y'all thought I was rhyme with Riddler
Didn't Ya? Bring your bitch, I wanna see if this gon' fit in her

I'm low and I'm shiftee
And if you hear a man sounds like me smack him
And ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps
I'm low down and I'm
And if you hear a man sounds like me smack him
And ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps

I lace tunes, I'm out this world Space Moons
With a bunch crazed loons dismissin' brains like wounds
but idiots and misfits, dip shits
Doing whip pits, passed out like Sanford snip

Where's the weed, I tamper with it
let your grandpa hit it
Mix it up with cocaine so her forget it
it, maybe I'm a bum

But I was put on this earth to your baby mama cum
So what I'm on is way beyond the or any alcoholic beverage
Losing all of my
Went up inside the First National Bank broke, and left

Walking bio-hazard causing wreckage, smoked out Eckridge
just making my neck itch, what the fuck? Gimme the tech bitch
You just your tip, there's a pubic hair in my breakfast
Got shit off like bottle cap tips
Get your cap peeled like the dead of your mama's chapped lips

Slap hips, support violence
Beat your bitches ass your kids stare in silence
I'm just joking, is Dirty Dozen's really smoking?
If all shit's missing, than probably one of us broke in

I'm low and I'm shiftee
And if you a man that sounds like me smack him
And ask him where the fuck did he get his damn from
I'm low and I'm shiftee
And if you hear a man that sounds me smack him
And ask him where the did he get his damn raps from

My head's ringing, like it was Spider tingling
Lit it Green Bay did when they shitted on New England
I'm out the game, put the string in
Brandy got my swinging

Bobbing back and forth like a
Delinquent, toking microphones Broken English
Make your mama be like "Oh, is good, who sing this?"
Slim Shady, his tape is dope, I it
It's rugged, but he to quit talking all that drug shit

It was by a medic
I'd grow to be an diabetic
Living off liquid
Pathetic, but I don't this headache's ever vanishing

Panicking, I think I might have just took too Anacin
Frozen Manaquin, stiffer than a statue
I think I'm dying, God is that
Somebody me, before I OD on an LP

me to ER ASAP for an IV
Motherfuck JLB, don't support no hip hop
They say that's where it ends, the they gon' come is Tupac
politics, it's all a fix

Setup by these white blue collared
Just to make a dollar off of black
With a subliminal ball of
But those can kiss ass and swallow

I'm low and I'm shiftee
And if you hear a man that sounds like me him
And ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps
I'm low and I'm shiftee
And if you hear a man sounds like me smack him
And ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps