Luyện nghe bài hát Without Me

Trice.
Real name no

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

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

I've a monster, 'cause nobody wants to see Marshall no more
They want Shady, I'm chopped
Well if you want Shady, then this is I'll give ya
A little bit of weed mixed with some liquor
Some vodka that jump start my heart quicker
a shot when I get shocked at the hospital
By the doctor I'm not cooperating
When I'm rocking the while he's operating "Hey"
You waited long to stop debating
'Cause I'm back, I'm on the rag and
I you got a job Ms. Cheney
But husband's heart problem is complicated
So the F-C-C let me be or let me be me so let me see
They tried to shut me down on
But it feels so empty me
So come on and dip, bum on lips
that, cum on your lips and some on your tits
And get ready 'cause this shit is to get heavy
I settled all my lawsuits, "Fuck you, Debbie!"

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

Little hellions feeling rebellious
Embarrassed, their still listen to Elvis
They start feeling prisoners helpless
someone comes along on a mission and yells "bitch"
A visionary, is scary,
Could start a revolution, the air waves a rebel
So let me just and bask
In the fact that I got kissing my ass
And it's a disaster such a
For you to see so damn of my ass you ask for me
I'm back, nana-na na na nana-na na na kshh
Fix your bent antenna, tune it in and then I'm gonna in endin' up
Under your like a splinter
The of attention back for the winter
I'm interesting, the best since wrestling
Infesting in kids ears and nesting
"Testing please"
the tension soon as someone mentions me
Here's my ten cents, my two is free
A nuisance, who sent, you for me?

a-taskit,
I go tit for tat with anybody talking this shit and that shit
Chris Kirkpatrick, you can get your ass
Worse them little Limp Bizkit bastards
And Moby, you can get stomped by
You thirty six year old bald fag, blow me
You know me, you're too old, let it go its over,
listens to Techno
Now go, just give me the signal
I'll be there with a whole list of new insults
I've dope, suspenseful with a pencil
Ever since Prince himself into a symbol
But sometimes this shit seems
Everybody only to discuss me
So must mean I'm disgusting
But it's just me I'm obscene
I'm not the first king of controversy
I am the worst thing Elvis Presley
To do black so selfishly
And use it to get myself
"Hey" there's a concept that
Twenty million other white emerge
But no matter how many in the sea
It will be so without me

Kids!