Luyện nghe bài hát Off The Wall

* Fart

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

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

One of the things yo I am a fag i suck at rapin yo
Is fat, bald men decided to songs
And teach Mouseketeers to
I'll Britney 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 drag her the Sahara
(Bitch!)
You aware of this rap terrorist a therapist
With a hair up his ass a rabbit crawled up his pants
Got a of holding Tylenol in his hands
Till it in his fucking palms and dissolves in his glands
(So who is it?)
The fool who the playground
With two biscuits to lay down the school
Get with a whip with a Marseburg
With a pistol and fed pit bull shit
Sniff glue sticks like I give two
If I get too rich I get sued

Yo I leave with no
After I blow in ya
One handstand on top of your
Doc stir the madness
We all out of like Tony Atlas
Walking with cans in a basket
America's with the army after us
Fuck we take what's yours
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?
make pens filled with arsenic
I got hoes don't know what Prada is
Doc can shave up, cut barber miss
?
I out camps in to crystal lakes
And fuck bitches face is what do
that's what white boy Tyno do

So how's everybody 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 don't wanna 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 my dick if you don't wanna bump

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

Yo when my gat spit it son admitted
Rip your off kiss my ass with it
Slap bitches, Doc, Maths..
(Print it!)
Weed x and acid did it
I'm happening with no rerun
Doc rob Dinero when the come
My barrel out the Camero
Aimed at the nose when them hoes is hard to breathe
Flash the gat town bow guarded
Your wallet, chain the main target
Beef is like cold engine, don't it
Bust in the air and hit an airplane
We pound you, rap sounds around 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 drug inside the lunch box
Pop junk like I just got
Pop the trunk and pull out the shotgun
Knock wood, it's all
God for vodka
But my luck, I'll probably get shot by a stalker
Probably got a Fanatic upstairs in the attic
With an automatic calling me up
My man Stan a gat in his hand
Staking my house out in a damn tinted
Pull your out till you can't finish a damn
Ham or your canned spinach or Spam
You sip through a straw
Shop through the mall
Pictures of me on my living room wall
Hey ma I'll give you a call
SIKE! YOU BITCH!
Suck a and two balls
I'm giving you all my shocking
is to piss a priest off with this
Pop more pills than police
Arrive at the scene to me off of Kim
Teeth off my dick, off my balls
But y'all can kiss my ass, off and all
I'm so goddamn off the wall
I might as well be a smashed on the floor

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

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

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

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