Luyện nghe bài hát Brainless

Eminem Has a full of chainsaws

Marshall Mathers, Eminem, the rapper,
Who can say for
Perhaps a lobotomy would be the answer
If science can on this distorted brain and put it to good use
Society will a great benefit

I walk around like a space cadet, your bets
likely to become a serial killer? Case of tourettes
Fuck, fuck, fuck! take the stress
I a mess as the day progresses
Angry and it out on the neighbors hedges
this is how I'll cut your face up bitches
With these hedge trimming with razor edges
Imagination's dangerous, the only way to escape this mess
And make the best of this situation, I
'Cause I feel like a bitch, this predicament's despicable
I'm of just getting pushed, it's ridiculous
I look like a wuss, a pussy
This kid just took my of licorice
And threw my books in a pricker bush
I wanna his tush, but I was six and shook
This was 12 and was 6 foot, with a vicious hook
He hit me, I fell, I got back up, all I did was book, now there's your head

Mama always 'If you had a brain, you'd be dangerous
A you'd be dangerous' (Mama could be wrong)
Mama, Ima grow a and be famous
And I'mma be a in the anus
(Mama be wrong)
use my head as a weapon
Find a way to escape insaneness
Mama always said 'Son, If you had a brain, be dangerous
Guess it pays to be

Fast forward years later
A teenager, this is a fun,
I just got twice in one week, it's complete
It's once a month, this is some feat I've accomplished
They've stomped me into the mud gee for what reason, you me
But how do you get the shit beat out of you, be and be upbeat
When you don't have no-thing, no shot at life
Chance To make it or
you're doomed from the start
It's like you up on drug street, from jump street
But if I had kept my head up my ass
I could any task
Practicing talking in a trance
in my room yeah but I got some plans mama
These damn rhymes are
Out of my pants I can't stop it
And I'm starting to blend in more, school shit helps for sure
I'm getting more assured than I've ever been before
Plus no one on me anymore, I done put a stop to that
Threw my punch, end of story
Still in my skulls a vacant, empty
using it more as a bin for storage
Take some and as gorge as a Ford engine door hinge syringe an orange an extension cord and a Ninja sword
Not to mention four lynch pins and a stringent stored ironing board a bench a wrench or and a tangent whore
Everything but a brain, but off the fucking chain
Like an independent store, wrong with my head
Just think if I had a brain in it, God that I don't
I'd probably be Dahmer cause mama always said

'If you had a brain, be dangerous
A brain be dangerous' (Mama could be wrong)
Mama, Ima a name and be famous
And I'mma be a pain in the
(Mama be wrong)
I'mma use my as a weapon
Find a way to escape insaneness
Mama always said 'Son, If you had a brain, you'd be
Guess it to be brainless

Now my mum goes "womp womp"
I'm not that smart but I'm not dumb
I was on a bottom of the pile getting
But somehow, I out on top

I told you one day, I they'd have that red carpet rolled out, yo
I'm nice, yo, it I'm out cold
Now everywhere I go, they scream out
I'm to clean house, yo
I'm Lysol, now I'm household
Outsold the outs, freak the hell out
Middle America, hear yell out
In terror were so scared, and those kids
Just about, out
spout that it fell out
Of my mouth, it was so weird
Inappropriate, so be it, I see it
Maybe one day when the clears, it won't be as
Motherfuckin' difficult, ch'yea, til
Hopefully you little get over your fears and grow beards
It's okay to be scared straight, they said I queers
Til evoke tears, my whole careers a stroke of sheer genius
Smoke and mirrors, tactical, practical jokes,
You Insert insult here
Who the would've thunk that one little lone MC would be able to take the whole culture and re-upholstery it
And boy they did
Can't believe this hick locked
This hip hop in his pocket and still the shit got
That white trash traffic and
Shit happened like a six blocks a Kid Rock
Clown Posse Concert in mid Oc-tober
And got forbid I see a wizard and get a in my titanium cranium dog
Cause I into the unabomber mama always said

'If you had a brain, you'd be
A brain you'd be (Mama could be wrong)
Mama, Ima grow a name and be
And I'mma be a in the anus
(Mama be wrong)
use my head as a weapon
Find a way to this insaneness
Mama always said 'Son, If you had a brain, you'd be
Guess it pays to be

Insaneness ain't a word you stupid fuck
Neither is