Luyện nghe bài hát Marshell Mathers

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

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

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

Chorus Two:

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 streets
if you assholes me (assholes doubt me)
And if you run your mouth
then come your best shot at me (your best shot at me)

Is it because you love me y'all expect so much of me?
You little bitch, get off me, go fuck Puffy
Now because of this mop that's on top
and this fucked up head that got, I've gone pop?
The underground just spunned and did a 360
Now these kids diss me and act some big sissies
"Oh, he just did some with Missy,
so now he thinks too big to do some shit with MC Get-Bizzy"
My fuckin bitch mom's suin for ten
She must a dollar for every pill I've been stealin
Shit, where the you think I picked up the habit?
All I had to do was go in her room and up her mattress
Which is it bitch, Mrs. or Ms. Mathers?
It doesn't matter you {*several of silence*} faggot!
Talkin I fabricated my past
just aggravated I won't ejaculate in his ass (Uhh!)
So me, what the hell is a fella to do?
For every million I make, relative sues
Family and fussin over who wants to invite me to supper
All the sudden, I got 90 some (Hey it's me!)
A half-brother and sister who seen me
or even bothered to call me until saw me on TV
Now everybody's so happy and
I'm finally to step foot in my girlfriend's house
Hey-hey! And to top it off, I walked to the newsstand
to buy this cheap-ass magazine with a food stamp
Skipped to the last page, flipped fast
and do I see? A picture of my big white ass
Okay, let me give you some help:
uhh, - DOUBLE XL, DOUBLE XL
Now your magazine shouldn't have so much trouble to
Ahh fuck it, even buy a couple myself

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