Luyện nghe bài hát Marshell Mathers

You I just don't get it
Last year I was
year I'm sellin records
Now everybody wants to come around like I owe em
Heh, the fuck you want from me, ten million
Get the fuck out of

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

Yo, you might see me joggin, you might see me
You might see me walkin a rottweiler dog
with head chopped off in the park with a spiked collar
hollerin at him cause the son of a bitch won't quit
(grrrr, ARF ARF) Or leanin out a window, with a cocked
up the block in the car that they shot 'Pac in
Lookin for Big's killers, dressed in
and red like I don't see what the big deal is
Double barrel twelve gauge bigger Chris Wallace
Pissed off, cause Biggie and 'Pac just all this
Watchin all these imitations get rich off 'em
and get dollars that shoulda been there's like they wallets
And amidst all this Crist' and wristwatches
I had to sit and just watch and just get nauseous
and walk around with an empty bottle of Martin
startin shit like some 26-year-old skinny ("God damnit!")
I'm anti-Backstreet and Martin
instincts to kill N'Sync, don't get me started
These fuckin brats can't and Britney's garbage
What's this retarded? Gimme back my sixteen dollars
All I see is in magazines smiling
Whatever happened to whylin out and bein
Whatever happened to catchin a good-ol'
passionate ass-whoopin and gettin your shoes and your hat tooken?
New Kids on the Block, 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 don't me (uh-uh)
Said some shit in to spite me (yup)
Then and dyed his hair just like me (hehe)
A bunch of little kids wanna swear like me
and run screamin, "I don't care, just bite me" (nah nah)
I think I was put here to annoy the
and destroy little 4-year-old boy or girl
Plus I was put to put fear in faggots who spray Faygo Root Beer
and call "Clowns" cause they look queer
and Silent Gay
Claimin Detroit, when live twenty miles away (fuckin punks)
And I wrestle, I'll knock you fuckin faggots the fuck out
Ask 'em about the club was at when they snuck out
they ducked out the back when they saw us and bugged out
(AHHH!) Ducked down and got paintballs at they truck, blaow!
at y'all runnin your mouth again
when you seen a fuckin Mile Road, South of 10
And I don't 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 fucked in mine like you two flaming faggots!

Chorus Eminem

I'm, just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm not a guy,
I'll knock you out if you talk me (you talk about me)
Come and see me on the streets
if you assholes me (assholes doubt me)
And if you wanna run your
then come take your best shot at me (your best at me)

Is it because you me that y'all expect so much of me?
You groupie bitch, get off me, go fuck Puffy
Now because of this mop that's on top
and this fucked up head that I've got, I've gone
The underground spunned around and did a 360
Now these kids diss me and act some big sissies
"Oh, he just did some shit Missy,
so now he thinks he's too big to do shit with MC Get-Bizzy"
My fuckin bitch mom's suin for ten
She must want a dollar for every pill been stealin
Shit, the fuck you think I picked up the habit?
All I had to do was go in her room and lift up her
Which is it bitch, Mrs. or Ms. Mathers?
It doesn't matter you {*several seconds of faggot!
about I fabricated my past
He's aggravated I won't ejaculate in his ass (Uhh!)
So tell me, what the is a fella to do?
For every million I make, another sues
Family fightin and over who wants to invite me to supper
All the sudden, I got 90 some cousins (Hey me!)
A half-brother and sister who seen me
or even bothered to call me they saw me on TV
Now everybody's so and proud
I'm allowed to step foot in my girlfriend's house
Hey-hey! And then to top it off, I to the newsstand
to buy this cheap-ass little with a food stamp
Skipped to the page, flipped right fast
and do I see? A picture of my big white ass
Okay, let me you motherfuckers some help:
uhh, here - DOUBLE XL, XL
Now your magazine shouldn't have so trouble to sell
Ahh it, I'll even buy a couple myself

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