Luyện nghe bài hát Marshall Mathers

You know I don't get it
year I was nobody
This I'm sellin' records
Now everybody wants to come like I owe 'em somethin'
The fuck you from me, ten million dollars?
Get the out of here

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

Yo, you might see me joggin', you see me walkin'
You might see me a dead rottweiler dog
With it's chopped off in the park with a spiked collar
Hollerin' at him cause the son of a won't quit barkin'
Or out a window, with a cocked shotgun
Drivin' up the block in the car that they 'Pac in
Lookin' for killers, dressin' ridiculous
and red like I don't see what the big deal is
Double barrel twelve gauge thinkin' of Wallace
Pissed off, cause and 'Pac just missed all this
Watchin' all cheap imitations get rich off 'em
And get dollars that should of been there's like they switched
And amidst all this Crist' and wristwatches
I had to sit back and just and just get nauseous
And around with an empty bottle of Remi Martin
Startin' shit like twenty-six-year-old skinny Cartman ("God damnit!")
I'm anti-Backstreet and Martin
instincts to kill N'Sync, don't get me started
These fuckin' brats can't and Britney's garbage
What's bitch retarded? Gimme back my sixteen dollars
All I see is in magazines smiling
Whatever happened to whylin' out and violent?
Whatever happened to catchin' a good-ol'
ass-whoopin' and gettin' your shoes coat and your hat tooken?
New Kids on the Block, sucked a lot of
Boy-girl groups me sick
And I can't '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 Vibe to me (yup)
Then went and his hair just like me (he he)
A bunch of kids want to swear just like me
And run around screamin', "I care, just bite me" (nah nah)
I think I was put to annoy the world
And destroy your little four-year-old boy or
Plus I was put here to put fear in fagots who spray Faygo Root
And themselves "Clowns" cause they look queer
Fagot you to Dope and 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 they was at when they snuck out
After they ducked out the when they saw us and bugged out
(Ah!) Ducked and got paint balls shot at they truck, blaow!
Look at y'all your 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 scratch me with Lee
"Slim Anus," you damn right, Anus
I don't get fucked in mine like you two flaming fagots!

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

Is it because you love me 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 this fucked up head I've got, I've gone pop?
The underground spunned around and did a three sixty
Now kids dis me and act like some big sissies
"Oh, he just did some with Missy,
So now he thinks too big to do some shit with 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 I picked up the habit?
All I had to do was go in her room and up her mattress
Which is it bitch, Mrs. Briggs or Ms.
It matter you fagot!
Talkin' about I fabricated my
He's just aggravated I won't in his ass (Uh!)
So tell me, what the is a fella to do?
For every million I make, relative sues
Family fightin' and fussin' over who wants to me to supper
All the sudden, I got cousins (Hey it's me!)
A half-brother and sister who seen me
Or even bothered to call me they saw me on T-V
Now everybody's so happy and
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 cheap-ass little magazine with a food stamp
Skipped to the page, flipped right fast
And what do I see? A picture of my big 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 even buy a couple

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

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