Luyện nghe bài hát Low, Down, Dirty

Warning, shit's gon' be rated R, restricted
You see this bullet in my neck? It's self inflicted
Doctor slapped my momma, "Bitch you got a kid"
Arrested, molested and got convicted

visors, sunglasses and disguises
'Cause my split personality is having an crisis
I'm Dr. and Mr. Jekyll, disrespectful
voices in my head while these whispers echo
"Murder Redrum"

Brain size of a crumb
Which drug will I end up from
Inebriated, till my is elevated
How in the can Eminem and Shady be related?

Illiterate, illegitimate spitter
Bitch getter, hid in the bush Margot Kidder
Jumped out the bitch and did her
Use to let the suck my dick when I was little'er

Smoke a blunt while I'm fuckin' Bette Midler
Sniper, waiting on your roof like the
thought I was gonna rhyme with Riddler
Didn't Ya? Bring your bitch, I wanna see if dick gon' fit in her

I'm low and I'm shiftee
And if you hear a man that sounds like me him
And ask him where the fuck did he get his raps from
I'm low down and I'm
And if you hear a man that sounds like me him
And ask him where the did he get his damn raps from

I lace tunes, I'm out this world like Space
With a bunch crazed loons dismissin' brains braze wounds
Nothing but and misfits, dip shits
Doing whip pits, passed out Sanford snip pits

Where's the weed, I wanna with it
I'ma let your hit it
Mix it up with cocaine so her forget it
Fuck it, I'm a bum

But I was put on this earth to your baby mama cum
So what I'm on is way beyond the or any alcoholic beverage
all of my leverage
Went up inside the First National Bank broke, and left

Walking causing wreckage, smoked out like Eckridge
just making my neck itch, what the fuck? Gimme the tech bitch
You lost your tip, there's a pubic hair in my breakfast
Got shit off like bottle cap tips
Get your cap peeled like the dead skin of your mama's lips

hips, support domestic violence
Beat your bitches ass while your kids stare in
I'm joking, is Dirty Dozen's really dust smoking?
If all shit's missing, than probably one of us broke in

I'm low and I'm shiftee
And if you hear a man sounds like me smack him
And ask him where the fuck did he get his raps from
I'm low down and I'm
And if you hear a man that like me smack him
And ask him where the fuck did he get his raps from

My head's ringing, it was Spider Sense tingling
Lit it like Green Bay did they shitted on New England
I'm out the game, put the second in
This Brandy got my

Bobbing and forth like a penguin
Delinquent, microphones with Broken English
Make mama be like "Oh, this is good, who sing this?"
Slim Shady, his tape is dope, I it
It's rugged, but he needs to quit talking all that shit

It was by a medic
I'd grow to be an diabetic
Living off liquid
Pathetic, but I don't think headache's ever vanishing

Panicking, I think I might have just too much Anacin
Frozen Manaquin, posted than a statue
I think I'm dying, God is that
help me, before I OD on an LP

me to ER ASAP for an IV
Motherfuck JLB, don't support no hip hop
They say that's where it ends, the they gon' come is Tupac
politics, it's all a fix

Setup by these white blue hicks
Just to a dollar off of black music
With a subliminal ball of
But can kiss ass and swallow dicks

I'm low down and I'm
And if you hear a man that like me smack him
And ask him the fuck did he get his damn raps from
I'm low down and I'm
And if you hear a man that sounds like me him
And ask him where the fuck did he get his raps from