Luyện nghe bài hát Off The Wall

* Fart

[Eminem](Redman)
Yo
(Yo)
Look!
(Yo)

No matter people say
I'm gon' rapping this way
No matter you may think
I'm gon' keep my thing

One of the worst things yo I am a fag i at rapin yo
Is fat, men decided to write songs
And Mouseketeers to sing
I'll Britney Spears in a room full of mirrors
So she gets fifty of bad luck
Club and swear at Christina
When I grab her by the hair and her across the Sahara
(Bitch!)
You aware of this rap with a therapist
With a hair up his ass a rabbit crawled up his pants
Got a of holding Tylenol in his hands
Till it melts in his palms and dissolves in his glands
(So who is it?)
The who visits the playground
With two biscuits to lay down the school
Get pissed with a with a Marseburg
With a pistol grip and fed pit bull
Sniff glue sticks I give two shits
If I get too rich I just get

Yo I leave no engine
After I four in ya
One handstand on top of your
Crashin' Doc stir the
We all out of work like Tony
Walking cans in a laundry basket
America's with the army after us
Fuck flossin' we take what's
fifteen like an ace and four
I'm out of work but Doc laid off
(Shit! The out)
The is off
Yo who it from arsonists?
Paper pens filled with arsenic
I got that don't know what Prada is
Doc can shave up, cut your barber
?
I turn out camps in to crystal
And fuck bitches face is I'mma do
Cause that's what white boy do

So everybody doing tonight?
you in the mood to get drunk
To screw and to
uh we getting down for the fuck of it
So suck my dick if y'all wanna bump to this

So everybody feeling tonight?
Hope you in the mood to get
And illin' to
Cause uh we getting for the fuck of it
So suck my dick if you wanna bump

No matter people say
I'm gon' keep rapping way
No matter what you may
I'm gon' doing my thing

Yo when my gat it hospital son admitted
Rip your off kiss my ass with it
bitches, Doc, Marshall Maths..
(Print it!)
Weed x and acid did it
I'm what's with no rerun
Doc rob Dinero when the come
My barrel out the Camero
Aimed at the nose when them hoes is hard to breathe
the gat your town bow guarded
Your wallet, chain the main target
Beef is like cold engine, don't it
Bust in the air and hit an pilot
We pound you, rap surround sounds you
From ten speed and brown
Doc and Eminem, the M&M
Blood flows with and them
It's like Funk

Mr. Punk
Got the stock inside the lunch box
Pop junk like I just got
Pop the trunk and pull out the pump
wood, it's all good
Thank God for
But with my luck, I'll probably get shot by a
Probably got a Fanatic waiting upstairs in the
With an calling me up there
My man with a gat in his hand
Staking my out in a damn tinted Sedan
Pull your mouth out you can't finish a damn
Ham or your canned spinach or Spam
You gotta sip a straw
Shop through the mall
Pictures of me on my living room wall
Hey ma I'll give you a call
SIKE! YOU BITCH!
Suck a and two balls
I'm giving you all my shocking
Which is to piss a priest off this
Pop more pills police officers
Arrive at the scene to me off of Kim
Teeth off my dick, off my balls
But y'all can kiss my ass, off and all
Cause I'm so off the wall
I might as well be a smashed on the floor

So how's feeling tonight?
Hope you in the to get rude
And illin' to
Cause uh we getting down for the of it
So my dick if you don't wanna bump

So how's doing tonight?
Hope you in the mood to get
To and to fight
Cause uh we getting for the fuck of it
So suck my dick if y'all don't bump to this

No what people say
I'm gon' rapping this way
No matter what you may
I'm gon' keep my thing

No matter people say
I'm gon' doing my thing
No matter, OH!