Luyện nghe bài hát Low, Down, Dirty

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Slap hips, domestic violence
Beat your bitches ass while your kids in silence
I'm just joking, is Dirty Dozen's dust smoking?
If all your shit's missing, 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 where the fuck did he get his damn from
I'm low down and I'm
And if you hear a man that sounds me smack him
And ask him where the fuck did he get his damn from

My ringing, like it was Spider Sense tingling
Lit it like Green Bay did they shitted on New England
I'm out the game, put the string in
This got my swinging

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

It was by a medic
I'd grow to be an addicted
Living off Triametic
Pathetic, but I don't this headache's ever vanishing

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

me to ER ASAP for an IV
Motherfuck JLB, they don't no hip hop
say that's where it ends, the closest they gon' come is Tupac
It's politics, all a fix

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

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