Luyện nghe bài hát Off The Wall

* Fart

[Eminem](Redman)
Yo
(Yo)
Look!
(Yo)

No what people say
I'm gon' keep this way
No matter you may think
I'm gon' keep my thing

One of the worst things yo I am a fag i suck at yo
Is fat, bald men decided to write
And Mouseketeers to sing
I'll stick Britney Spears in a room of mirrors
So she gets fifty of bad luck
Club and at Christina Aguilera
When I grab her by the hair and drag her the Sahara
(Bitch!)
You aware of this rap with a therapist
With a hair up his ass a rabbit crawled up his pants
Got a habit of holding in his hands
Till it melts in his fucking and dissolves in his glands
(So who is it?)
The who visits the playground
With two to lay down the school district
Get with a whip with a Marseburg
a pistol grip and fed pit bull shit
Sniff sticks like I give two shits
If I get too rich I get sued

Yo I leave no engine
I blow four in ya
One on top of your ninja
Doc stir the madness
We all out of work like Tony
Walking with cans in a basket
America's most with the army us
Fuck flossin' we take yours
fifteen like an ace and four
I'm out of work but Doc laid off
(Shit! The out)
The is off
Yo who target it arsonists?
Paper make filled with arsenic
I got hoes that don't what Prada is
Doc can shave up, cut your miss
?
I turn out camps in to crystal
And bitches face is what I'mma do
Cause that's white boy Tyno do

So how's everybody tonight?
Hope you in the to get drunk
To screw and to
Cause uh we getting for the fuck of it
So suck my dick if y'all don't wanna to this

So everybody feeling tonight?
Hope you in the mood to get
And to fight
Cause uh we down for the fuck of it
So suck my dick if you don't wanna

No what people say
I'm keep rapping this way
No what you may think
I'm keep doing my thing

Yo when my gat spit it hospital son
Rip your lips off kiss my ass it
bitches, Doc, Marshall Maths..
(Print it!)
Weed x and acid did it
I'm what's with no rerun
Doc rob Dinero when the heat
My hangs out the Camero
Aimed at the nose them hoes is hard to breathe from
Flash the gat your bow guarded
Your wallet, chain the main target
is like cold engine, don't start it
Bust in the air and hit an pilot
We pound you, rap surround sounds you
ten speed and brown shoe
Doc and Eminem, the M&M
Blood with 2Paclypse and them
It's like Funk

Mr. Rocker
Got the drug stock inside the box
Pop junk like I got jumped
Pop the trunk and pull out the shotgun
wood, it's all good
Thank God for
But with my luck, I'll probably get shot by a
got a Fanatic waiting upstairs in the attic
With an calling me up there
My man Stan a gat in his hand
Staking my house out in a damn Sedan
Pull your mouth out till you finish a damn
Ham sandwich or your canned spinach or
You sip through a straw
lift through the mall
Pictures of me on my living room wall
Hey ma maybe I'll you a call
SIKE! YOU BITCH!
Suck a and two balls
I'm giving you all my script
Which is to a priest off with this
Pop more pills than officers
Arrive at the to pull me off of Kim
off my dick, hands off my balls
But y'all can my ass, pants off and all
Cause I'm so off the wall
I might as well be a painting smashed on the

So how's everybody tonight?
Hope you in the mood to get
And to fight
uh we getting down for the fuck of it
So suck my dick if you don't wanna

So how's doing tonight?
Hope you in the to get drunk
To screw and to
uh we getting down for the fuck of it
So suck my dick if y'all don't bump to this

No what people say
I'm keep rapping this way
No matter you may think
I'm gon' keep doing my

No matter people say
I'm gon' keep doing my
No matter, OH!