Luyện nghe bài hát Without Me

Trice.
Real name no

Two trailer park girls go the outside,
the outside, round the outside
Two trailer girls go round the outside,
the outside, round the outside

Guess who's back, back
Shady's back, tell a
Guess who's back, guess who's
Guess who's back, guess who's
Guess back, guess who's back?
Guess who's

created a monster, 'cause nobody wants to see Marshall no more
They want Shady, I'm chopped
Well if you want Shady, then this is what I'll ya
A little bit of weed mixed with some hard
Some vodka that will start my heart quicker
a shot when I get shocked at the hospital
By the doctor I'm not cooperating
I'm rocking the table while he's operating "Hey"
You waited this to stop debating
I'm back, I'm on the rag and ovulating
I know you got a job Ms.
But your husband's heart is complicated
So the F-C-C let me be or let me be me so let me see
They tried to shut me down on
But it feels so empty me
So come on and dip, bum on lips
Fuck that, cum on your lips and on your tits
And get ready 'cause shit is about to get heavy
I settled all my lawsuits, "Fuck you, Debbie!"

Now looks like a job for me
So just follow me
'Cause we need a controversy
'Cause it feels so without me
I said, looks like a job for me
So everybody follow me
we need a little controversy
'Cause it feels so without me

Little hellions kids rebellious
Embarrassed, their still listen to Elvis
They feeling like prisoners helpless
'Til someone comes on a mission and yells "bitch"
A visionary, is scary,
Could a revolution, pollutin' the air waves a rebel
So let me just and bask
In the that I got everyone kissing my ass
And it's a disaster a catastrophe
For you to see so much of my ass you ask for me
Well I'm back, na na nana-na na na kshh
Fix your bent antenna, it in and then I'm gonna enter in endin' up
your skin like a splinter
The center of back for the winter
I'm interesting, the best since wrestling
in your kids ears and nesting
"Testing please"
Feel the soon as someone mentions me
my ten cents, my two cents is free
A nuisance, who sent, you for me?

a-taskit,
I go tit for tat with who's talking this shit and that shit
Chris Kirkpatrick, you can get your ass
Worse than them little Bizkit bastards
And Moby, you can get by Obie
You thirty six old bald headed fag, blow me
You don't know me, too old, let it go its over,
listens to Techno
Now go, just give me the signal
I'll be there with a whole list of new insults
I've been dope, with a pencil
Ever since Prince turned into a symbol
But sometimes this just seems
only wants to discuss me
So must mean I'm disgusting
But it's just me I'm obscene
Though I'm not the first king of
I am the worst thing since Presley
To do music so selfishly
And use it to get wealthy
"Hey" there's a that works
Twenty other white rappers emerge
But no matter how many in the sea
It will be so empty me

Kids!