Luyện nghe bài hát Marshall Mathers

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

You see I'm just Marshall (Marshall Mathers)
I'm a regular guy,
I don't know why all the about me (fuss about me)
ever gave a fuck before,
All they did was me (did was doubt me)
Now everybody want to run they
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 head chopped off in the park with a spiked collar
Hollerin' at him the son of a bitch 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 Big's killers, ridiculous
and red like I don't see what the big deal is
Double barrel gauge thinkin' of Chris Wallace
Pissed off, cause Biggie and 'Pac just 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 poppin' and wristwatches
I had to sit and just watch and just get nauseous
And around with an empty bottle of Remi Martin
Startin' shit like some skinny Cartman ("God damnit!")
I'm and Ricky Martin
With instincts to N'Sync, don't get me started
These fuckin' brats can't and Britney's garbage
this bitch retarded? Gimme back my sixteen dollars
All I see is sissies in smiling
Whatever happened to out and bein' violent?
Whatever happened to a good-ol' fashioned
Passionate ass-whoopin' and gettin' your shoes and your hat tooken?
New Kids on the Block, sucked a lot of
Boy-girl groups me sick
And I wait 'til I catch all you fagots in public
I'm a it (ha ha ha)

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

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

Is it because you love me that expect so much of me?
You little groupie bitch, get off me, go fuck
Now of this blond mop that's on top
And this fucked up that I've got, I've gone pop?
The just spunned around and did a three sixty
Now these dis me and act like some big sissies
"Oh, he did some shit with Missy,
So now he he's too big to do some shit with M-C Get-Bizzy"
My fuckin' bitch mom's for ten million
She must want a dollar for 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. or Ms. Mathers?
It matter you fagot!
about I fabricated my past
He's just aggravated I ejaculate in his ass (Uh!)
So tell me, the hell is a fella to do?
For every I make, another relative sues
Family fightin' and fussin' who wants to invite me to supper
All the sudden, I got ninety-some cousins (Hey me!)
A half-brother and sister who never 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 in my girlfriend's house
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 last page, 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 myself

I'm just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm a regular guy,
I don't know why all the fuss me (fuss about me)
ever gave a fuck 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 Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm just a 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 shots at me (take at me)