Luyện nghe bài hát Without Me

Trice.
Real name no

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

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

I've created a monster, 'cause nobody wants to see Marshall no
want Shady, I'm chopped liver
Well if you want Shady, then is what I'll give ya
A little bit of weed mixed with some hard
vodka that will jump start my heart quicker
Then a shot when I get at the hospital
By the doctor I'm not cooperating
When I'm rocking the table he's operating "Hey"
You waited this long to debating
'Cause I'm back, I'm on the rag and
I you got a job Ms. Cheney
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 to shut me down on M-T-V
But it feels so without me
So on and dip, bum on your lips
Fuck that, cum on lips and some on your tits
And get ready 'cause this shit is about to get
I just all my lawsuits, "Fuck you, Debbie!"

Now this like a job for me
So everybody just me
we need a little controversy
'Cause it feels so empty me
I said, this looks a job for me
So everybody just me
we need a little controversy
'Cause it feels so empty me

Little kids feeling rebellious
Embarrassed, parents still listen to Elvis
They start feeling like helpless
'Til someone comes along on a and yells "bitch"
A visionary, is scary,
Could a revolution, pollutin' the air waves a rebel
So let me just and bask
In the fact that I got everyone my ass
And a disaster such a catastrophe
For you to see so much of my ass you ask for me
Well I'm back, nana-na na na nana-na na na
Fix bent antenna, tune it in and then I'm gonna enter in endin' up
Under your skin a splinter
The center of attention for the winter
I'm interesting, the thing since wrestling
Infesting in your kids ears and
"Testing please"
Feel the tension as someone mentions me
my ten cents, my two cents is free
A nuisance, who sent, you for me?

a-taskit,
I go tit for tat with who's talking this shit and that shit
Chris Kirkpatrick, you can get your ass
Worse them little Limp Bizkit bastards
And Moby, you can get stomped by
You thirty six year old headed fag, blow me
You don't me, you're too old, let it go its over,
Nobody listens to
Now lets go, just give me the
I'll be there with a whole list full of new
I've been dope, with a pencil
Ever since turned himself into a symbol
But sometimes this just seems
Everybody only to discuss me
So must mean I'm disgusting
But it's me I'm just obscene
Though I'm not the first of controversy
I am the thing since Elvis Presley
To do black music so
And use it to get wealthy
"Hey" there's a concept works
Twenty million other white emerge
But no matter how many in the sea
It will be so without me

Kids!