Luyện nghe bài hát Marshall Mathers

You I just don't get it
Last year I was
This year I'm sellin'
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 just a guy,
I don't know why all the fuss me (fuss about me)
ever gave a fuck before,
All did was doubt me (did was doubt me)
Now everybody want to run mouth
And take shots at me (take at me)

Yo, you might see me joggin', you might see me
You see me walkin' a dead rottweiler dog
With it's chopped off in the park with a spiked collar
Hollerin' at him cause the son of a bitch won't quit
Or leanin' out a window, with a 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
barrel twelve gauge thinkin' of Chris Wallace
Pissed off, cause Biggie and 'Pac missed all this
Watchin' all 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 of Remi Martin
Startin' shit like some twenty-six-year-old skinny ("God damnit!")
I'm anti-Backstreet and Ricky
With instincts to kill N'Sync, get me started
These fuckin' brats sing and Britney's garbage
What's this bitch retarded? back my sixteen dollars
All I see is in magazines smiling
Whatever happened to whylin' out and bein'
Whatever happened to catchin' a good-ol'
Passionate ass-whoopin' and gettin' shoes coat and your hat tooken?
New Kids on the Block, sucked a lot of
groups make me sick
And I can't wait 'til I catch all you in public
I'm a it (ha ha ha)

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

'Cause I'm, just Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm not a guy,
I'll knock you out if you talk about me (you 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 love me that expect so much of me?
You groupie bitch, get off me, go fuck Puffy
Now because of blond mop that's on top
And this up head that I've got, I've gone pop?
The underground spunned around and did a three sixty
Now these kids dis me and act some big sissies
"Oh, he did some shit with Missy,
So now he thinks he's too big to do shit with M-C Get-Bizzy"
My fuckin' mom's suin' for ten million
She must want a dollar for pill I've been stealin'
Shit, where the fuck you think I picked up the
All I had to do was go in her and lift up her mattress
Which is it bitch, Mrs. or Ms. Mathers?
It doesn't you fagot!
Talkin' about I my past
just aggravated I won't ejaculate in his ass (Uh!)
So me, what the hell is a fella to do?
For every million I make, another sues
Family fightin' and over who wants to invite me to supper
All the sudden, I got ninety-some (Hey it's me!)
A half-brother and sister who seen me
Or even to call me until they saw me on T-V
Now everybody's so happy and
I'm finally allowed to step in my girlfriend's house
Hey-hey! And to top it off, I walked to the newsstand
To buy this cheap-ass little with a food stamp
Skipped to the last page, right fast
And what do I see? A of my big white ass
Okay, let me give you some help
Uh, here, X-L, double X-L
Now your shouldn't have so much trouble to sell
Ah fuck it, I'll even buy a myself

'Cause I'm just Marshall (Marshall Mathers)
I'm just a guy,
I don't why all the fuss about me (fuss about me)
ever gave a fuck before,
All they did was me (did was doubt me)
Now everybody want to run mouth
And take at me (take shots at me)

'Cause I'm Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm just a guy,
I don't why all the fuss about me (fuss about me)
ever gave a fuck before,
All they did was me (did was doubt me)
Now everybody to run they mouth
And shots at me (take shots at me)