Luyện nghe bài hát Brainless

Eminem Has a full of chainsaws

Marshall Mathers, Eminem, the rapper,
Who can say for
a frontal lobotomy would be the answer
If science can operate on this distorted brain and put it to use
Society will a great benefit

I walk around a space cadet, place your bets
likely to become a serial killer? Case of tourettes
Fuck, fuck, fuck! Can't take the
I make a as the day progresses
and take it out on the neighbors hedges
Like is how I'll cut your face up bitches
With these hedge trimming scissors with razor
Imagination's dangerous, it's the only way to this mess
And the best of this situation, I guess
'Cause I feel like a little bitch, this predicament's
I'm sick of getting pushed, it's ridiculous
I look like a wuss, a pussy
kid just took my stick of licorice
And threw my sticker books in a bush
I kick his tush, but I was six and shook
This fucker was 12 and was 6 foot, a vicious hook
He hit me, I fell, I got up, all I did was book, now there's using your head

Mama said 'If you had a brain, you'd be dangerous
A you'd be dangerous' (Mama could be wrong)
Mama, Ima grow a and be famous
And be a pain in the anus
(Mama be wrong)
I'mma use my as a weapon
Find a way to escape this
Mama said 'Son, If you had a brain, you'd be dangerous
it pays to be brainless

Fast some years later
A teenager, this is a fun,
I just got jumped twice in one week, it's
It's usually a month, this is some feat I've accomplished
They've me into the mud gee for what reason, you stumped me
But how do you get the shit out of you, be down and be upbeat
you don't have no-thing, no valid shot at life
Chance To it or succeed
'Cause doomed from the start
It's you grew up on drug street, from jump street
But if I had just my head up my ass
I accomplish any task
Practicing trash talking in a
Locked in my room yeah but I got some mama
These damn rhymes are
Out of my pants I can't stop it
And I'm starting to blend in more, school this shit helps for
I'm getting more self assured than I've ever been
Plus no one picks on me anymore, I put a stop to that
Threw my first punch, end of
Still in my skulls a vacant, void
Been it more as a bin for storage
Take some inventory and as gorge as a Ford engine hinge syringe an orange an extension cord and a Ninja sword
Not to mention four lynch and a stringent stored ironing board a bench a wrench or winch and a tangent whore
but a brain, but dome's off the fucking chain
Like an independent store, wrong with my head
Just think if I had a brain in it, thank God that I
Cause I'd probably be Dahmer cause mama always

'If you had a brain, be dangerous
A brain be dangerous' (Mama could be wrong)
Mama, Ima a name and be famous
And I'mma be a pain in the
(Mama be wrong)
use my head as a weapon
Find a way to escape this
Mama always said 'Son, If you had a brain, be dangerous
Guess it to be brainless

Now my mum goes "womp womp"
Cause I'm not that smart but I'm not
I was on a bottom of the pile getting
But somehow, I out on top

I told you one day, I said they'd that red carpet rolled out, yo
I'm nice, yo, it I'm out cold
Now everywhere I go, they scream out
I'm to clean house, yo
I'm Lysol, now I'm just
the sell outs, freak the hell out
Middle America, hear them out
In terror were so scared, and those kids
about, belted out
Whatever spout that it out
Of my smartaleck mouth, it was so
Inappropriate, so be it, I see it
Maybe one day when the clears, it won't be as
Motherfuckin' difficult, ch'yea, til
you little homos get over your fears and grow beards
It's okay to be straight, they said I provoke queers
Til emotions evoke tears, my careers a stroke of sheer genius
Smoke and mirrors, tactical, practical jokes,
You Insert insult here
Who the fuck would've thunk that one little lone MC be able to take the whole culture and re-upholstery it
And boy they did
Can't believe this little locked
This hip hop shit in his pocket and still the got
That white trash and gridlock
Shit happened like a six blocks a Kid Rock
Insane Clown Posse Concert in mid
And got forbid I see a wizard and get a brain in my cranium dog
Cause I into the unabomber mama always said

'If you had a brain, you'd be
A you'd be dangerous' (Mama could be wrong)
Mama, Ima grow a and be famous
And I'mma be a in the anus
(Mama be wrong)
use my head as a weapon
Find a way to this insaneness
Mama always 'Son, If you had a brain, you'd be dangerous
it pays to be brainless

Insaneness even a word you stupid fuck
is ain't