Luyện nghe bài hát Brainless

Eminem Has a line of chainsaws

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

I walk around like a space cadet, place bets
Who's likely to become a serial killer? of tourettes
Fuck, fuck, fuck! Can't take the
I a mess as the day progresses
Angry and it out on the neighbors hedges
Like this is how cut your face up bitches
With these hedge trimming scissors with razor
Imagination's dangerous, it's the only way to escape mess
And make the of this situation, I guess
'Cause I feel a little bitch, this predicament's despicable
I'm sick of just getting pushed, it's
I look like a freaking wuss, a
This kid took my stick of licorice
And threw my books in a pricker bush
I kick his tush, but I was six and shook
This fucker was 12 and was 6 foot, a vicious hook
He hit me, I fell, I got back up, all I did was book, now there's using head

Mama said 'If you had a brain, you'd be dangerous
A you'd 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 head as a
Find a way to escape insaneness
Mama always said 'Son, If you had a brain, you'd be
Guess it to be brainless

Fast some years later
A teenager, is a fun, sweet
I just got twice in one week, it's complete
It's usually once a month, this is some feat accomplished
They've stomped me the mud gee for what reason, you stumped me
But how do you get the shit beat out of you, be and be upbeat
When you don't have no-thing, no valid shot at
Chance To make it or
'Cause you're from the start
It's like you up on drug street, from jump street
But if I had just kept my up my ass
I could any task
trash talking in a trance
Locked in my yeah but I got some plans mama
These rhymes are falling
Out of my pants pocket I stop it
And I'm starting to blend in more, school shit helps for sure
I'm getting more self assured I've ever been before
Plus no one picks on me anymore, I 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 inventory and as gorge as a Ford engine door hinge syringe an an extension cord and a Ninja sword
Not to four lynch pins and a stringent stored ironing board a bench a wrench or winch and a tangent whore
Everything but a brain, but dome's off the chain
Like an independent store, something's wrong my head
Just think if I had a brain in it, God that I don't
Cause I'd probably be Dahmer cause mama said

'If you had a brain, be dangerous
A brain you'd be (Mama could be wrong)
Mama, Ima grow a 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 this insaneness
Mama always 'Son, If you had a brain, you'd be dangerous
it pays to be brainless

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

I told you one day, I said they'd that red carpet rolled out, yo
I'm nice, yo, fuck it I'm out
Now everywhere I go, they scream out
I'm bout to house, yo
I'm Lysol, now I'm just
Outsold the sell outs, the hell out
Middle America, hear them out
In they were so scared, and those kids
Just about, out
Whatever spout that it out
Of my smartaleck mouth, it was so
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 straight, they said I provoke queers
Til emotions tears, my whole careers a stroke of sheer genius
Smoke and mirrors, tactical, practical jokes,
You Insert insult here
Who the fuck would've that one little lone MC would be able to take the whole culture and re-upholstery it
And boy did flock
believe this little hick locked
This hip hop shit in his and still the shit got
That white traffic and gridlock
Shit like a six blocks from a Kid Rock
Insane Posse Concert in mid Oc-tober
And got I see a wizard and get a brain in my titanium cranium dog
I turn into the unabomber 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 in the anus
(Mama be wrong)
I'mma use my as a weapon
Find a way to this insaneness
Mama always 'Son, If you had a brain, you'd be dangerous
it pays to be brainless

Insaneness ain't even a word you fuck
is ain't