Luyện nghe bài hát Marshell Mathers

You know I just get it
year I was nobody
This year I'm sellin
Now everybody wants to come like I owe em somethin
Heh, the fuck you want from me, ten million
Get the fuck out of

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

Yo, you might see me joggin, you might see me
You see me walkin a dead rottweiler dog
it's head chopped off in the park with a spiked collar
hollerin at him cause the son of a bitch won't barkin
(grrrr, ARF ARF) Or out a window, with a cocked shotgun
Drivin up the block in the car they shot 'Pac in
for Big's killers, dressed in ridiculous
blue and red like I see what the big deal is
Double barrel twelve gauge bigger than Chris
Pissed off, cause Biggie and 'Pac missed all this
Watchin all these imitations get rich off 'em
and get dollars that shoulda been there's like switched wallets
And amidst all this Crist' poppin and
I had to sit back and just and just get nauseous
and walk around an empty bottle of Remi Martin
startin shit some 26-year-old skinny Cartman ("God damnit!")
I'm anti-Backstreet and Martin
with instincts to N'Sync, don't get me started
fuckin brats can't sing and Britney's garbage
What's this bitch retarded? Gimme back my dollars
All I see is sissies in magazines
Whatever happened to whylin out and bein
happened to catchin a good-ol' fashioned
passionate ass-whoopin and gettin your shoes coat and hat tooken?
New Kids on the Block, sucked a lot of
Boy/girl groups me sick
And I can't wait 'til I all you faggots in public
love it.. (hahaha)
Vanilla Ice like me (uh-uh)
Said some shit in to spite me (yup)
Then went and dyed his hair like me (hehe)
A bunch of kids wanna swear just like me
and run around screamin, "I don't care, just me" (nah nah)
I think I was put here to annoy the
and destroy your little boy or girl
Plus I was put here to put fear in faggots who spray Root Beer
and call themselves "Clowns" they look queer
Faggot2Dope and Gay
Claimin Detroit, when y'all twenty miles away (fuckin punks)
And I don't wrestle, I'll knock you fuckin the fuck out
Ask 'em about the club they was at when snuck out
after they ducked out the back when saw us and bugged out
(AHHH!) Ducked down and got shot at they truck, blaow!
Look at y'all runnin mouth again
when you seen a fuckin Mile Road, South of 10
And I don't 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 flaming faggots!

Two: Eminem

Cause I'm, Marshall 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 alone
if you doubt me (assholes doubt me)
And if you wanna run mouth
come take your best shot at me (your best shot at me)

Is it because you love me that expect so much of me?
You groupie bitch, get off me, go fuck Puffy
Now of this blonde mop that's on top
and this fucked up head that I've got, gone pop?
The underground just spunned and did a 360
Now these kids me and act like some big sissies
"Oh, he did some shit with Missy,
so now he thinks too big to do some shit with MC Get-Bizzy"
My fuckin bitch mom's suin for ten
She must want a dollar for every I've been stealin
Shit, where the fuck you think I picked up the
All I had to do was go in her and lift up her mattress
Which is it bitch, Mrs. Briggs or Ms.
It doesn't matter you seconds of silence*} faggot!
Talkin about I my past
He's just aggravated I won't in his ass (Uhh!)
So tell me, what the is a fella to do?
For every I make, another relative sues
Family and fussin over who wants to invite me to supper
All the sudden, I got 90 cousins (Hey it's me!)
A half-brother and who never seen me
or bothered to call me until they saw me on TV
Now everybody's so 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 a food stamp
Skipped to the last page, flipped right
and what do I see? A of my big white ass
Okay, let me you motherfuckers some help:
uhh, here - DOUBLE XL, XL
Now your magazine shouldn't have so trouble to sell
Ahh fuck it, I'll even buy a myself

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