Luyện nghe bài hát Marshell Mathers

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

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

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

Two: Eminem

Cause I'm, just Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm not a guy,
knock you out if you talk about me (you talk about me)
Come and see me on the streets
if you doubt me (assholes doubt me)
And if you wanna run your
then take your best 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 Puffy
Now because of this mop that's on top
and this fucked up that I've got, I've gone pop?
The underground just 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 some shit MC Get-Bizzy"
My fuckin bitch mom's suin for ten
She must want a dollar for every pill I've been
Shit, where the fuck you think I up the habit?
All I had to do was go in her and lift up her mattress
Which is it bitch, Mrs. or Ms. Mathers?
It doesn't matter you {*several 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, relative sues
Family fightin and fussin over who to invite me to supper
All the sudden, I got 90 some (Hey it's me!)
A and sister who never seen me
or even bothered to call me they saw me on TV
Now everybody's so happy and
I'm finally allowed to foot in my girlfriend's house
Hey-hey! And to top it off, I walked to the newsstand
to buy this cheap-ass little magazine a food stamp
Skipped to the last page, flipped right
and what do I see? A of my big white ass
Okay, let me give you motherfuckers help:
uhh, here - DOUBLE XL, XL
Now magazine shouldn't have so much trouble to sell
Ahh fuck it, even buy a couple myself

One (2X)