Luyện nghe bài hát Without Me

Trice.
Real name no

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

who's back, back again
Shady's back, a friend
Guess who's back, guess who's
Guess who's back, who's back?
who's back, guess who's back?
Guess back?

I've 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 hard liquor
Some vodka that jump start my heart quicker
a shot when I get shocked at the hospital
By the doctor when I'm not
When I'm rocking the table while he's "Hey"
You waited this to stop debating
I'm back, I'm on the rag and ovulating
I you got a job Ms. Cheney
But your heart problem is complicated
So the won't let me be or let me be me so let me see
They to shut me down on M-T-V
But it so empty without me
So come on and dip, bum on your
Fuck that, cum on lips and some on your tits
And get ready 'cause this shit is about to get
I settled all my lawsuits, "Fuck you, Debbie!"

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

hellions kids feeling rebellious
Embarrassed, parents still listen to Elvis
They start feeling prisoners helpless
'Til comes along on a mission and yells "bitch"
A visionary, is scary,
start a revolution, pollutin' the air waves a rebel
So let me just and bask
In the fact that I got kissing my ass
And it's a such a catastrophe
For you to see so much of my ass you ask for me
Well I'm back, nana-na na na na na kshh
Fix your bent antenna, tune it in and then I'm enter in endin' up
Under your skin like a
The of attention back for the winter
I'm interesting, the best since wrestling
Infesting in your kids 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 anybody talking this shit and that shit
Chris Kirkpatrick, you can get ass kicked
Worse than them little Bizkit bastards
And Moby, you can get stomped by
You thirty six year old headed fag, blow me
You don't me, you're too old, let it go its over,
listens to Techno
Now lets go, just me the signal
I'll be there with a whole full of new insults
I've dope, suspenseful with a pencil
Ever since turned himself into a symbol
But sometimes this just seems
Everybody wants to discuss me
So this must I'm disgusting
But just me I'm just obscene
Though I'm not the king of controversy
I am the thing since Elvis Presley
To do black so selfishly
And use it to get myself
"Hey" there's a concept that
Twenty other white rappers emerge
But no matter how many in the sea
It be so empty without me

Kids!