Luyện nghe bài hát Marshall Mathers

You I just don't get it
year I was nobody
This I'm sellin' records
Now everybody wants to come like I owe 'em somethin'
The you want from me, ten million dollars?
Get the fuck out of

You see I'm just Marshall (Marshall Mathers)
I'm a regular guy,
I don't know why all the fuss about me (fuss me)
Nobody ever gave a before,
All did was doubt me (did was doubt me)
Now want to run they mouth
And take shots at me (take at me)

Yo, you might see me joggin', you might see me
You might see me walkin' a dead dog
With it's head chopped off in the with a spiked collar
Hollerin' at him cause the son of a bitch quit barkin'
Or out a window, with a cocked shotgun
Drivin' up the block in the car they shot 'Pac in
Lookin' for Big's killers, ridiculous
Blue and red like I don't see what the big is
Double barrel twelve gauge of Chris Wallace
Pissed off, Biggie and 'Pac just missed all this
all these cheap imitations get rich off 'em
And get dollars that of been there's like they switched wallets
And amidst all Crist' poppin' and wristwatches
I had to sit back and just and just get nauseous
And walk around with an empty bottle of Martin
Startin' shit like some twenty-six-year-old Cartman ("God damnit!")
I'm anti-Backstreet and Ricky
With instincts to N'Sync, don't get me started
These fuckin' brats can't sing and Britney's
What's bitch retarded? Gimme back my sixteen dollars
All I see is in magazines smiling
Whatever happened to whylin' out and violent?
Whatever happened to a good-ol' fashioned
Passionate ass-whoopin' and gettin' your shoes and your hat tooken?
New Kids on the Block, sucked a lot of
Boy-girl make me sick
And I wait 'til I catch all you fagots in public
I'm a it (ha ha ha)

Vanilla Ice don't me (uh-uh)
Said some shit in to spite me (yup)
Then and dyed his hair just like me (he he)
A of little kids want to swear just like me
And run around screamin', "I care, just bite me" (nah nah)
I think I was put here to annoy the
And destroy your four-year-old boy or girl
I was put here to put fear in fagots who spray Faygo Root Beer
And call themselves "Clowns" cause they queer
Fagot you to and Silent Gay
Detroit, when y'all live twenty miles away (fuckin' punks)
And I don't wrestle, I'll knock you fagots the fuck out
Ask 'em the club they was at when they snuck out
After they out the back when they saw us and bugged out
(Ah!) down and got paint balls shot at they truck, blaow!
at y'all runnin' your mouth again
When you ain't a fuckin' Mile Road, south of ten
And I don't help, from D-12, to beat up two females
In make-up, who may try to me with Lee Nails
"Slim Anus," you right, Slim Anus
I get fucked in mine like you two little flaming fagots!

I'm, just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm not a guy,
I'll knock you out if you about me (you talk about me)
Come and see me on the alone
If you doubt me (assholes doubt me)
And if you want to run your
Then come take your best shot at me (your best at me)

Is it because you me that y'all expect so much of me?
You little bitch, get off me, go fuck Puffy
Now because of this blond mop on top
And this fucked up that I've got, I've gone pop?
The underground just spunned around and did a sixty
Now kids dis me and act like some big sissies
"Oh, he just did some with Missy,
So now he thinks he's too big to do some with M-C Get-Bizzy"
My fuckin' bitch mom's for ten million
She must a dollar for every pill I've been stealin'
Shit, the fuck you think I picked up the habit?
All I had to do was go in her room and lift up her
Which is it bitch, Mrs. or Ms. Mathers?
It doesn't you fagot!
about I fabricated my past
He's just I won't ejaculate in his ass (Uh!)
So tell me, what the is a fella to do?
For every million I make, relative sues
Family fightin' and fussin' over who wants to me to supper
All the sudden, I got ninety-some cousins (Hey me!)
A half-brother and who never seen me
Or even to call me until they saw me on T-V
Now so happy and proud
I'm finally allowed to step in my girlfriend's house
Hey-hey! And then to top it off, I walked to the
To buy this little magazine with a food stamp
Skipped to the last page, flipped fast
And what do I see? A of my big white ass
Okay, let me give you motherfuckers some
Uh, here, double X-L, X-L
Now your magazine shouldn't have so trouble to sell
Ah it, I'll even buy a couple myself

'Cause I'm just Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm just a guy,
I don't why all the fuss about me (fuss about me)
Nobody ever a fuck before,
All they did was doubt me (did was me)
Now want to run they mouth
And shots at me (take shots at me)

'Cause I'm just Marshall (Marshall Mathers)
I'm just a guy,
I know why all the fuss about me (fuss about me)
Nobody ever gave a before,
All they did was doubt me (did was me)
Now everybody to run they mouth
And take at me (take shots at me)