Luyện nghe bài hát Marshell Mathers

You I just don't get it
Last year I was
year I'm sellin records
Now everybody wants to come like I owe em somethin
Heh, the fuck you from me, ten million dollars?
Get the out of here

You see I'm, just Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm a regular guy,
I don't why all the fuss about me (fuss about me)
Nobody gave a fuck before,
all did was doubt me (did was doubt me)
Now everybody wanna run mouth
and try to take shots at me (take at me)

Yo, you might see me joggin, you see me walkin
You might see me a dead rottweiler dog
with it's head chopped off in the with a spiked collar
hollerin at him cause the son of a bitch won't quit
(grrrr, ARF ARF) Or out a window, with a cocked shotgun
Drivin up the in the car that they shot 'Pac in
for Big's killers, dressed in ridiculous
blue and red like I don't see what the big is
Double barrel twelve bigger than Chris Wallace
off, cause Biggie and 'Pac just missed all this
Watchin all these imitations get rich off 'em
and get that shoulda been there's like they switched wallets
And amidst all this Crist' and wristwatches
I had to sit back and just watch and just get
and around with an empty bottle of Remi Martin
startin like some 26-year-old skinny Cartman ("God damnit!")
I'm anti-Backstreet and Martin
instincts to kill N'Sync, don't get me started
These fuckin 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 whylin out and bein
Whatever happened to a good-ol' fashioned
passionate ass-whoopin and gettin your shoes coat and your hat
New on the Block, sucked a lot of dick
Boy/girl groups make me
And I can't wait 'til I all you faggots in public
I'ma it.. (hahaha)
Vanilla Ice like me (uh-uh)
Said shit in Vibe to spite me (yup)
Then went and dyed his hair like me (hehe)
A bunch of little kids wanna swear just me
and run around screamin, "I don't care, bite me" (nah nah)
I think I was put here to the world
and destroy your 4-year-old boy or girl
Plus I was put here to put fear in faggots who spray Faygo Beer
and call themselves "Clowns" cause they look
Faggot2Dope and Gay
Claimin Detroit, when y'all live twenty miles (fuckin punks)
And I don't wrestle, I'll knock you fuckin faggots the out
Ask 'em about the club they was at they snuck out
after they ducked out the back they saw us and bugged out
(AHHH!) down and got paintballs shot at they truck, blaow!
Look at y'all runnin your again
when you ain't seen a fuckin Mile Road, of 10
And I don't help, from D-12, to beat up two females
in make-up, who may try to me with Lee Nails
"Slim Anus," you right, Slim Anus
I don't get fucked in mine you two little flaming faggots!

Two: Eminem

Cause I'm, just Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm not a guy,
I'll knock you out if you talk about me (you talk me)
Come and see me on the streets
if you doubt me (assholes doubt me)
And if you run your mouth
then come take your shot at me (your best shot at me)

Is it because you love me that y'all expect so of me?
You little groupie bitch, get off me, go fuck
Now of this blonde mop that's on top
and this fucked up head that I've got, gone pop?
The just spunned around and did a 360
Now these kids diss me and act some big sissies
"Oh, he just did shit with Missy,
so now he thinks he's too big to do shit with MC Get-Bizzy"
My bitch mom's suin for ten million
She must want a dollar for pill I've been stealin
Shit, the fuck you think I picked up the habit?
All I had to do was go in her room and up her mattress
is it bitch, Mrs. Briggs or Ms. Mathers?
It doesn't you {*several seconds of silence*} faggot!
about I fabricated my past
He's just I won't ejaculate in his ass (Uhh!)
So tell me, what the 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 cousins (Hey it's me!)
A and sister who never seen me
or bothered to call me until they saw me on TV
Now everybody's so and proud
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 magazine with a food stamp
Skipped to the last page, right fast
and what do I A picture of my big white ass
Okay, let me give you motherfuckers help:
uhh, here - DOUBLE XL, XL
Now your magazine have so much trouble to sell
Ahh fuck it, I'll buy a couple myself

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