Luyện nghe bài hát Low, Down, Dirty

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

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

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

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

Smoke a while I'm titty fuckin' Bette Midler
Sniper, waiting on your like the Fiddler
Y'all thought I was gonna rhyme with
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 damn raps
I'm low down and I'm
And if you hear a man sounds like me smack him
And ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps

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

Where's the weed, I wanna with it
let your grandpa hit it
Mix it up with cocaine so her can't it
it, maybe I'm a bum

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

Walking bio-hazard causing wreckage, out like Eckridge
Band just making my neck itch, the fuck? Gimme the tech bitch
You just lost your tip, there's a pubic hair in my
Got popping off like bottle cap tips
Get your cap peeled like the dead skin of your chapped lips

Slap hips, support domestic
Beat your bitches ass your kids stare in silence
I'm just joking, is Dirty Dozen's really dust
If all your shit's missing, than one of us broke in

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 damn from
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 damn from

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

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

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

Panicking, I think I have just took too much Anacin
Frozen Manaquin, posted than a statue
I think I'm dying, God is you?
Somebody me, before I OD on an LP

Take me to ER 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 white blue collared hicks
Just to make a off of black music
a subliminal ball of tricks
But those can kiss ass and dicks

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