Luyện nghe bài hát Without Me

Trice.
Real no gimmicks

Two trailer park go round the outside,
the outside, round the outside
Two park girls go round the outside,
the outside, round the outside

Guess back, back again
back, tell a friend
Guess back, guess who's back?
Guess who's back, guess who's
Guess back, guess who's back?
who's back?

I've a monster, 'cause nobody wants to see Marshall no more
They Shady, I'm chopped liver
Well if you want Shady, this is what I'll give ya
A little bit of weed mixed with some liquor
Some vodka that will start my heart quicker
Then a shot when I get shocked at the
By the doctor I'm not cooperating
When I'm rocking the while he's operating "Hey"
You waited this to stop debating
I'm back, I'm on the rag and ovulating
I know you got a job Ms.
But your husband's heart is complicated
So the F-C-C let me be or let me be me so let me see
They tried to shut me on M-T-V
But it feels so without me
So on and dip, bum on your lips
that, cum on your lips and some on your tits
And get ready this shit is about to get heavy
I just all my lawsuits, "Fuck you, Debbie!"

Now looks like a job for me
So everybody follow me
we need a little controversy
'Cause it feels so without me
I said, looks like a job for me
So everybody just me
'Cause we need a little
'Cause it feels so without me

Little hellions feeling rebellious
Embarrassed, parents still listen to Elvis
They start feeling like prisoners
'Til someone comes along on a mission and "bitch"
A visionary, is scary,
start a revolution, pollutin' the air waves a rebel
So let me revel and bask
In the fact I got everyone kissing my ass
And it's a disaster a catastrophe
For you to see so damn of my ass you ask for me
Well I'm back, na na nana-na na na kshh
Fix your bent antenna, tune it in and then I'm gonna enter in up
Under your skin like a
The center of back for the winter
I'm interesting, the best thing wrestling
in your kids ears and nesting
"Testing please"
Feel the tension soon as someone me
Here's my ten cents, my two is free
A nuisance, who sent, you for me?

a-taskit,
I go tit for tat with anybody who's talking this and that shit
Chris Kirkpatrick, you can get ass kicked
Worse than them Limp Bizkit bastards
And Moby, you can get stomped by
You thirty six year old bald fag, blow me
You don't know me, too old, let it go its over,
Nobody to Techno
Now go, just give me the signal
be there with a whole list full of new insults
I've dope, suspenseful with a pencil
Ever Prince turned himself into a symbol
But this shit just seems
Everybody only to discuss me
So this must I'm disgusting
But it's just me I'm obscene
Though I'm not the first king of
I am the worst thing since Elvis
To do black music so
And use it to get wealthy
"Hey" a concept that works
Twenty million other white rappers
But no matter how fish in the sea
It will be so empty me

Kids!