Luyện nghe bài hát Crack A Bottle

Oooh! Ladies and gentlemen, the moment you've all waiting for
In this corner, weighing 175 pounds, with a record of 17
400 assaults, and 4 murders, the undisputed, diabolical
in the world, Slim Shady!

So crack a bottle, let body waddle
Don't act a snobby model
You hit the lotto
Uh oh uh oh, bitches in my Tahoe
Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got

Now where's the rubbers? got the rubbers?
I noticed there's so of them and there's really not that many of us
Ladies love us and my posse's up dust
It's on till the break of dawn and we're starting this party dusk

Ok, go
Back when Andre, the giant, elephant tusk
Picture us, just be another one bit the dust
one up my mother's son who got thrown under the bus
Kiss my butt, lick my cheese from under my nuts
It disgusts me to see the game the way it looks
It's a must, I redeem my and haters get mushed
Bitches lust, man they love me when I'm the cut
Missed the cut, the give a eighty some paper cut

Now picture us, it's ridiculous you curse at the
Cuz when I the verse the shit gets worse than Worcestershire sauce
If I could fit the words as picture perfect, works time
verse, every line, as simple as nursery rhymes
It's elementary, the elephants entered the room
I venture to say with the center of attention its
Not to mention with a vengeance, so here's the signal
Of the bat symbol, the platinum is back on you hoes

So crack a bottle, let your waddle
Don't act like a snobby
You just hit the
Uh oh uh oh, bitches in my Tahoe
Got one shotgun and no not one of them got gloves

Now where's the Who's got the rubbers?
I noticed so many of them and there's really not that many of us
And ladies love us and my kicking up dust
It's on till the break of and we're starting this party from dusk

and gentlemen, Dr. Dre

They see that low rider go by they're "Oh my!"
You got to tell me why you're sick cuz I know why
I dip in that six trey like sick 'em Dre
I'm an itch they can't scratch, they're sick of me
But hey, what else can I I love LA
Cuz over and all, it's just another day
And this one begins the last one ends
Pick up where we off and get smashed again

I'll be dammed, just fucked and crashed my Benz
around with a smashed front end
Let's that one in
another one from out the stable
The Monte Carlo, El or the El Dorado
The if I know
Do I want leather or vinyl?
Decisions, decisions, looks like Precision Collision
Or beats quake like Waco
Just keep the bass low, speakers from your face though

So a bottle, let your body waddle
Don't act a snobby model
You just hit the
Uh oh uh oh, hopping in my Tahoe
Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got

Now where's the Who's got the rubbers?
I noticed there's so many of and there's really not that many of us
And love us, my posse's kicking up dust
It's on till the break of dawn and starting this party from dusk

And I take great in introducing, 50 Cent

It's after bottle
The money ain't a thang when you party me
Its what we into, it's
We ball out of control like you believe
I'm the napalm, the bomb, the Don, I'm King
Get rolled on, up and reigned on
I'm so calm through Vietnam, the alarm
Bring the Chandon, marajauan do what you want

on and on till the break of what
Get the paper man I'm you know I don't give a fuck
I it like it don't mean nothing
it like its supposed to be blown
Motherfucker I'm
I stunt I style I flash the
I gets the fuck I want, so what I trick?
Fat ass burgundy bags, classy
Cho shoes I say move a bitch move

So crack a bottle, let your body
Don't act a snobby model
You just hit the
Uh oh uh oh, bitches in my Tahoe
Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got

Now where's the Who's got the rubbers?
I noticed there's so many of them and there's really not many of us
And ladies love us, my posse's up dust
on till the break of dawn and we're starting this party from dusk