Luyện nghe bài hát Marshell Mathers

You know I don't get it
Last year I was
year I'm sellin records
Now everybody wants to come around I owe em somethin
Heh, the fuck you from me, ten million dollars?
Get the fuck out of

You see I'm, just Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm a regular guy,
I don't know why all the fuss about me (fuss me)
Nobody ever a fuck before,
all did was doubt me (did was doubt me)
Now everybody wanna run they
and try to take shots at me (take at me)

Yo, you see me joggin, you might see me walkin
You see me walkin a dead rottweiler dog
with it's head chopped off in the park with a collar
hollerin at him cause the son of a bitch quit barkin
(grrrr, ARF ARF) Or leanin out a window, with a shotgun
Drivin up the block in the car they shot 'Pac in
Lookin for Big's killers, dressed in
blue and red I don't see what the big deal is
barrel twelve gauge bigger than Chris Wallace
Pissed off, cause Biggie and 'Pac just all this
Watchin all cheap imitations get rich off 'em
and get dollars shoulda been there's like they switched wallets
And amidst all this Crist' poppin and
I had to sit back and watch and just get nauseous
and around with an empty bottle of Remi Martin
startin shit like some 26-year-old Cartman ("God damnit!")
I'm and Ricky Martin
with instincts to kill N'Sync, get me started
fuckin brats can't sing and Britney's garbage
What's this bitch retarded? Gimme my sixteen dollars
All I see is sissies in smiling
Whatever to whylin out and bein violent?
Whatever to catchin a good-ol' fashioned
ass-whoopin and gettin your shoes coat and your hat tooken?
New Kids on the Block, sucked a lot of
Boy/girl groups me sick
And I can't wait 'til I catch all you faggots in
I'ma it.. (hahaha)
Ice don't like me (uh-uh)
Said some in Vibe to spite me (yup)
Then went and dyed his hair like me (hehe)
A bunch of little wanna swear just like me
and run around screamin, "I don't care, bite me" (nah nah)
I think I was put to annoy the world
and destroy little 4-year-old boy or girl
Plus I was put here to put fear in faggots who spray Root Beer
and call themselves "Clowns" cause they queer
and Silent Gay
Claimin Detroit, when y'all live twenty away (fuckin punks)
And I don't wrestle, I'll knock you fuckin the fuck out
Ask 'em about the they was at when they snuck out
after they out the back when they saw us and bugged out
(AHHH!) Ducked down and got shot at they truck, blaow!
Look at y'all your mouth again
when you ain't seen a fuckin Road, South of 10
And I don't help, from D-12, to beat up two females
in make-up, who may try to scratch me with Lee
"Slim Anus," you damn right, Anus
I don't get in mine like you two little flaming faggots!

Chorus Eminem

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

Is it because you love me that expect so much of me?
You little bitch, get off me, go fuck Puffy
Now because of blonde mop that's on top
and this up head that I've got, I've gone pop?
The underground spunned around and did a 360
Now these diss me and act like some big sissies
"Oh, he just did shit with Missy,
so now he thinks too big to do some shit with MC Get-Bizzy"
My bitch mom's suin for ten million
She must want a for every pill I've been stealin
Shit, where the fuck you 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 matter you {*several seconds of silence*} faggot!
Talkin about I fabricated my
He's just I won't ejaculate in his ass (Uhh!)
So me, what the hell is a fella to do?
For million I make, another relative sues
Family and fussin over who wants to invite me to supper
All the sudden, I got 90 cousins (Hey it's me!)
A half-brother and sister who seen me
or even to call me until they saw me on TV
Now everybody's so and proud
I'm finally allowed to step in my girlfriend's house
Hey-hey! And then to top it off, I to the newsstand
to buy this cheap-ass little magazine with a food
Skipped to the page, flipped right fast
and what do I A picture of my big white ass
Okay, let me you motherfuckers some help:
uhh, - DOUBLE XL, DOUBLE XL
Now your magazine shouldn't have so much to sell
Ahh fuck it, I'll even buy a couple

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