Luyện nghe bài hát Low, Down, Dirty

Warning, shit's gon' be rated R, restricted
You see this bullet in my neck? It's self inflicted
slapped my momma, "Bitch you got a sick kid"
Arrested, myself and got convicted

Wearing visors, and disguises
'Cause my personality is having an identity crisis
I'm Dr. and Mr. Jekyll, disrespectful
Hearing in my head while these whispers echo
"Murder Redrum"

Brain size of a bread
Which drug will I end up from
Inebriated, till my is elevated
How in the fuck can Eminem and be related?

Illiterate, illegitimate shit
getter, hid in the bush like Margot Kidder
Jumped out the bitch and did her
Use to let the babysitter suck my dick when I was

Smoke a blunt while I'm titty fuckin' Midler
Sniper, waiting on your roof the Fiddler
Y'all thought I was gonna rhyme with
Didn't Ya? Bring your bitch, I see if this dick gon' fit in her

I'm low and I'm shiftee
And if you hear a man sounds like me smack him
And ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps
I'm low and I'm shiftee
And if you hear a man sounds like me smack him
And ask him where the fuck did he get his raps from

I lace tunes, I'm out this world like Moons
With a bunch crazed loons dismissin' like braze wounds
but idiots and misfits, dip shits
Doing whip pits, passed out like snip pits

Where's the weed, I wanna tamper it
I'ma let your hit it
Mix it up with cocaine so her can't it
it, maybe I'm a bum

But I was put on this earth to make your mama cum
So what I'm on is way beyond the or any alcoholic beverage
Losing all of my
Went up the First National Bank broke, and left rich

Walking bio-hazard causing wreckage, smoked out Eckridge
Band just making my neck itch, the fuck? Gimme the tech bitch
You just lost your tip, a pubic hair in my breakfast
Got shit off like bottle cap tips
Get your cap peeled the dead skin of your mama's chapped lips

Slap hips, domestic violence
Beat your bitches ass while kids stare in silence
I'm just joking, is Dozen's really dust smoking?
If all your shit's missing, probably one of us broke in

I'm low and I'm shiftee
And if you a man that sounds like me smack him
And ask him where the did he get his damn raps from
I'm low down and I'm
And if you hear a man sounds like me smack him
And ask him where the did he get his damn raps from

My ringing, like it was Spider Sense tingling
Lit it like Green Bay did when shitted on New England
I'm out the game, put the string in
This got my swinging

Bobbing and forth like a penguin
Delinquent, toking microphones with Broken
Make your mama be like "Oh, is good, who sing this?"
Slim Shady, his tape is dope, I it
rugged, but he needs to quit talking all that drug shit

It was predicted by a
I'd grow to be an addicted
Living off liquid
Pathetic, but I don't think this headache's ever

Panicking, I think I might have just took too much
Manaquin, posted stiffer than a statue
I I'm dying, God is that you?
help me, before I OD on an LP

Take me to ER for an IV
JLB, they don't support no hip hop
They say that's it ends, the closest they gon' come is Tupac
politics, it's all a fix

Setup by these white collared hicks
to make a dollar off of black music
With a ball of tricks
But those can ass and swallow dicks

I'm low down and I'm
And if you hear a man sounds like me smack him
And ask him where the did he get his damn raps from
I'm low down and I'm
And if you a man that sounds like me smack him
And ask him where the fuck did he get his damn from