Luyện nghe bài hát Off The Wall

* Fart

[Eminem](Redman)
Yo
(Yo)
Look!
(Yo)

No matter what say
I'm gon' rapping this way
No matter what you may
I'm gon' keep my thing

One of the worst yo I am a fag i suck at rapin yo
Is fat, bald men to write songs
And Mouseketeers to sing
I'll stick Britney Spears in a full of mirrors
So she gets fifty of bad luck
and swear at Christina Aguilera
When I grab her by the hair and drag her the Sahara
(Bitch!)
You aware of this rap with a therapist
With a hair up his ass a rabbit crawled up his pants
Got a habit of Tylenol in his hands
it melts in his fucking palms and dissolves in his glands
(So who is it?)
The fool who the playground
With two to lay down the school district
Get pissed a whip with a Marseburg
With a pistol grip and fed pit shit
Sniff glue sticks like I give two
If I get too rich I get sued

Yo I leave no engine
After I blow in ya
One on top of your ninja
Doc stir the madness
We all out of work like Tony
Walking with cans in a laundry
America's most the army after us
Fuck flossin' we take yours
Unload fifteen an ace and four
I'm out of work but Doc laid off
(Shit! The out)
The is off
Yo who it from arsonists?
Paper pens filled with arsenic
I got hoes don't know what Prada is
Doc can up, cut your barber miss
?
I out camps in to crystal lakes
And fuck bitches face is I'mma do
Cause what white boy Tyno do

So how's doing tonight?
Hope you in the to get drunk
To screw and to
Cause uh we down for the fuck of it
So suck my if y'all don't wanna bump to this

So how's everybody tonight?
you in the mood to get rude
And to fight
Cause uh we down for the fuck of it
So suck my dick if you don't wanna

No matter what say
I'm gon' keep rapping way
No matter what you may
I'm gon' doing my thing

Yo when my gat spit it hospital son
Rip your off kiss my ass with it
bitches, Doc, Marshall Maths..
(Print it!)
Weed x and acid did it
I'm what's with no rerun
Doc rob Dinero when the come
My hangs out the Camero
at the nose when them hoes is hard to breathe from
Flash the gat your town bow
Your wallet, your chain the target
Beef is like cold engine, don't it
Bust in the air and hit an pilot
We you, rap surround sounds around you
From ten speed and shoe
Doc and Eminem, the M&M
Blood with 2Paclypse and them
It's like Funk

Mr. Rocker
Got the stock inside the lunch box
Pop like I just got jumped
Pop the and pull out the shotgun pump
Knock wood, it's all
Thank God for
But with my luck, I'll probably get shot by a
Probably got a Fanatic waiting upstairs in the
With an calling me up there
My man with a gat in his hand
Staking my house out in a damn Sedan
Pull your mouth out you can't finish a damn
Ham sandwich or your canned or Spam
You sip through a straw
Shop lift the mall
Pictures of me on my mom's living wall
Hey ma maybe I'll give you a
SIKE! YOU BITCH!
Suck a and two balls
I'm you all my shocking script
Which is to a priest off with this
Pop more pills police officers
at the scene to pull me off of Kim
Teeth off my dick, hands off my
But y'all can my ass, pants off and all
I'm so goddamn off the wall
I might as well be a painting on the floor

So everybody feeling tonight?
Hope you in the mood to get
And illin' to
uh we getting down for the fuck of it
So suck my if you don't wanna bump

So how's doing tonight?
Hope you in the mood to get
To and to fight
Cause uh we getting for the fuck of it
So suck my if y'all don't wanna bump to this

No what people say
I'm gon' keep this way
No what you may think
I'm gon' keep my thing

No matter people say
I'm gon' keep my thing
No matter, OH!