Luyện nghe bài hát Without Me

Trice.
Real no gimmicks

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

Guess who's back, back
Shady's back, tell a
Guess who's back, guess back?
Guess back, guess who's back?
Guess who's back, who's back?
Guess back?

I've created a monster, 'cause nobody wants to see no more
They Shady, I'm chopped liver
if you want Shady, then this is what I'll give ya
A bit of weed mixed with some hard liquor
Some vodka that will jump my heart quicker
Then a when I get shocked at the hospital
By the doctor when I'm not
When I'm the table while he's operating "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 husband's heart is complicated
So the F-C-C let me be or let me be me so let me see
They tried to me down on M-T-V
But it feels so empty me
So on and dip, bum on your lips
Fuck that, cum on lips and some on your tits
And get ready 'cause shit is about to get heavy
I just all my lawsuits, "Fuck you, Debbie!"

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

Little hellions feeling rebellious
Embarrassed, their parents still to Elvis
They start feeling like helpless
'Til someone along on a mission and yells "bitch"
A visionary, is scary,
Could start a revolution, pollutin' the air a rebel
So let me revel and bask
In the fact that I got everyone 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 nana-na na na
Fix bent antenna, tune it in and then I'm gonna enter in endin' up
Under your skin a splinter
The center of attention back for the
I'm interesting, the thing since wrestling
Infesting in your ears and nesting
"Testing please"
the tension soon as someone mentions me
Here's my ten cents, my two cents is
A nuisance, who sent, you for me?

a-taskit,
I go tit for tat with anybody who's talking this 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 old bald headed fag, blow me
You don't me, you're too old, let it go its over,
listens to Techno
Now lets go, give me the signal
I'll be there a whole list full of new insults
I've been dope, with a pencil
Ever since Prince turned himself a symbol
But sometimes this shit seems
Everybody wants to discuss me
So this must mean I'm
But it's just me I'm just
Though I'm not the king of controversy
I am the worst since Elvis Presley
To do black so selfishly
And use it to get wealthy
"Hey" there's a that works
Twenty million white rappers emerge
But no matter how fish in the sea
It will be so without me

Kids!