Luyện nghe bài hát Marshall Mathers

You I just don't get it
Last year I was
This year I'm records
Now everybody wants to come around I owe 'em somethin'
The fuck you want from me, ten dollars?
Get the fuck out of

You see I'm just Marshall (Marshall Mathers)
I'm a regular guy,
I know why all the fuss about me (fuss about me)
Nobody ever a fuck before,
All they did was me (did was doubt me)
Now everybody to run they mouth
And take shots at me (take at me)

Yo, you might see me joggin', you might see me
You might see me walkin' a dead dog
With it's chopped off in the park with a spiked collar
Hollerin' at him the son of a bitch won't quit barkin'
Or leanin' out a window, a cocked shotgun
Drivin' up the block in the car that they 'Pac in
Lookin' for Big's killers, ridiculous
Blue and red I don't see what the big deal is
Double barrel twelve thinkin' of Chris Wallace
off, cause Biggie and 'Pac just missed all this
Watchin' all these imitations get rich off 'em
And get dollars that should of been there's they switched wallets
And all this Crist' poppin' and wristwatches
I had to sit back and just watch and just get
And around with an empty bottle of Remi Martin
Startin' like some twenty-six-year-old skinny Cartman ("God damnit!")
I'm anti-Backstreet and Ricky
With instincts to N'Sync, don't get me started
These fuckin' brats can't and Britney's garbage
What's this bitch retarded? Gimme my sixteen dollars
All I see is in magazines smiling
happened to whylin' out and bein' violent?
Whatever to catchin' a good-ol' fashioned
ass-whoopin' and gettin' your shoes coat and your hat tooken?
New Kids on the Block, a lot of dick
Boy-girl groups make me
And I wait 'til I catch all you fagots in public
I'm a it (ha ha ha)

Vanilla Ice like me (uh-uh)
Said some shit in to spite me (yup)
Then went and his hair just like me (he he)
A bunch of little want to swear just like me
And run around screamin', "I care, just bite me" (nah nah)
I I was put here to annoy the world
And destroy little four-year-old boy or girl
Plus I was put to put fear in fagots who spray Faygo Root Beer
And call themselves "Clowns" they look queer
Fagot you to and Silent Gay
Claimin' Detroit, when y'all live miles away (fuckin' punks)
And I don't wrestle, knock you fuckin' fagots the fuck out
Ask 'em about the club was at when they snuck out
After they ducked out the back when they saw us and out
(Ah!) Ducked and got paint balls shot at they truck, blaow!
Look at y'all runnin' mouth again
When you ain't seen a fuckin' Mile Road, of ten
And I need help, from D-12, to beat up two females
In make-up, who may try to me with Lee Nails
"Slim Anus," you damn right, Slim
I don't get fucked in mine like you two flaming fagots!

I'm, just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm not a guy,
I'll knock you out if you talk about me (you about me)
Come and see me on the streets
If you assholes me (assholes doubt me)
And if you want to run mouth
Then come take best shot at me (your best shot at me)

Is it you love me that y'all expect so much of me?
You groupie bitch, get off me, go fuck Puffy
Now because of this mop that's on top
And fucked up head that I've got, I've gone pop?
The underground just spunned around and did a three
Now these kids dis me and act some big sissies
"Oh, he did some shit with Missy,
So now he thinks he's too big to do some shit M-C Get-Bizzy"
My fuckin' bitch mom's suin' for ten
She must want a for every pill I've been stealin'
Shit, where the fuck you think I up the habit?
All I had to do was go in her and lift up her mattress
Which is it bitch, Mrs. or Ms. Mathers?
It doesn't you fagot!
about I fabricated my past
He's aggravated I won't ejaculate in his ass (Uh!)
So tell me, what the hell is a to do?
For every million I make, relative sues
Family fightin' and over who wants to invite me to supper
All the sudden, I got ninety-some cousins (Hey me!)
A half-brother and sister who seen me
Or even to call me until they saw me on T-V
Now so happy and proud
I'm finally allowed to step foot in my girlfriend's
Hey-hey! And to top it off, I walked to the newsstand
To buy this cheap-ass little magazine with a food
Skipped to the last page, flipped right
And do I see? A picture of my big white ass
Okay, let me give you some help
Uh, here, double X-L, X-L
Now your shouldn't have so much trouble to sell
Ah fuck it, I'll buy a couple myself

'Cause I'm just Marshall (Marshall Mathers)
I'm just a guy,
I don't know why all the fuss me (fuss about me)
Nobody ever gave a before,
All they did was me (did was doubt me)
Now want to run they mouth
And take at me (take shots at me)

'Cause I'm just Marshall (Marshall Mathers)
I'm a regular guy,
I don't know why all the about me (fuss about me)
Nobody gave a fuck before,
All they did was doubt me (did was me)
Now everybody to run they mouth
And take at me (take shots at me)