Luyện nghe bài hát Low, Down, Dirty

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Where's the weed, I wanna tamper it
I'ma let grandpa hit it
Mix it up with cocaine so her can't it
it, maybe I'm a bum

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was predicted by a
I'd grow to be an addicted
Living off liquid
Pathetic, but I don't think headache's ever vanishing

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

Take me to ER for an IV
Motherfuck JLB, they support no hip hop
They say where it ends, the closest they gon' come is Tupac
politics, it's all a fix

Setup by white blue collared hicks
Just to make a off of black music
With a subliminal ball of
But can kiss ass and swallow dicks

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