Luyện nghe bài hát Low, Down, Dirty

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

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

Brain of a bread crumb
Which will I end up dead from
Inebriated, my stress is elevated
How in the can Eminem and Shady be related?

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

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

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

I tunes, I'm out this world like Space Moons
With a bunch crazed loons dismissin' brains braze wounds
Nothing but idiots and misfits, dip
Doing pits, passed out like Sanford snip pits

the weed, I wanna tamper with it
I'ma let your hit it
Mix it up with cocaine so her forget it
it, maybe I'm a bum

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

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

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

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 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 raps from

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

Bobbing back and forth a penguin
Delinquent, toking microphones Broken English
your mama be like "Oh, this 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 by a medic
I'd grow to be an diabetic
Living off liquid
Pathetic, but I don't think headache's ever vanishing

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
Motherfuck JLB, they don't no hip hop
They say that's where it ends, the closest gon' come is Tupac
politics, it's all a fix

Setup by these blue collared hicks
Just to make a dollar off of black
a subliminal ball of tricks
But those can kiss ass and dicks

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