Luyện nghe bài hát Busa Rhyme

Slim
Slim
Slim

Well, I do pop pills, I keep my socks filled
And pop the same shit that got killed
Spit game to hoes, like a soap opera episode
And punch a bitch in the nose, her whole face explodes

three things I hate, girls, women and bitches
I'm that vicious to walk up and midgets
They me Boogie Night, the stalker that walks awkward
Stick figure with a dick bigger Mark Wahlberg

through the airport, sluggish, walkin' on crutches
Hit a [incomprehensible] luggage
It's a dream, I can't snap out, I black out, I back out
I'm lookin' for someone to beat the crap out

I'm bringin' you rap singers two middle
I flip you off in French, then translate in
I'ma vanish off the face of the planet and come back
Speakin' so much Spanish, Pun even understand it

Won't you busa rhyme for me, Slim Shady
Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy? Slim motherfuckin'
Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy? Shady
Won't you rhyme for me, boy?

I had a huge attitude, started off
Mad at you, had you mad at me
I'm not a commodity, I'm an
Who oddly enough developed a Halloween following

It's so big, if I up all the freaks who follow me
I'd probably owe Ozzy Osbourne an
College girls live in an alcoholic's
Full of earl, head twirls time the toilet swirls

Covered in throw-up and I refuse to up
I won't budge, I tell a grown-up to shut up
I this rap game suspenseful 'cause now I got a impulse
To give you insults with a pencil

And waste the paper on you, choppin' down the
'Cause everything that you in your notebook was no good
And as long as I stay in the and keep cuttin'
You motherfuckers are puttin' words together for nuttin'

Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy? Slim
Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy? motherfuckin' Shady
Won't you busa for me, boy? Slim Shady
Won't you busa for me, boy?

Turn the music up, we gon' wake the
We gon' get high, we roll to Vegas
Me and Slim Shady, on some daily
What you What you got? Is it hot? Is it hot?

Turn the music up, we gon' wake the
We gon' get high, we gon' to Vegas
Me and Slim Shady, on some daily
you want? What you want?

A person from another
Might with you
Well if you my opinion
It from right here on Earth

Slim Shady,
Timbaland, Shady

I'm homicidal and with no friends
Holdin' a gun with no handle, a barrel at both ends
tecs at you until you see your fuckin' legs
With the bullet and the exit wounds layin' next to you

Fuckin' mad dog, foamin' at the
Fuck mouth, my whole is foamin' at the couch
Jumped out of the ninety-third of a building
And shot every out on the way down to the ground

Woke up to a hospital staff, got up and
Chopped 'em in half, suffocated the oxygen
Shit if I get any higher, I'ma get the East and West beefin'
Slide back to Detroit and in the crossfire

Y'all better call the police I kill this track
shoot Missy, get back
Uhh, I'ma put you all in the
Uhh, and I'ma you MC's die

Yo mommy, mommy, Missy done her mind
I think somebody done pissed her off time
Yo, have to bust you through your chest and
Uhh, you will have to clean up the

rainin', rainin' and it's pourin' loud
Never fear, 'cause pissy Missy's the crowd
Uhh, I hear the go cha-pow
Who me dammit? Bitch get down

Don't walk when I talk, I never talk when I
Lay 'em on down, like they underground
For the sound that me and Timbaland, we
Get ass kicked later or get your ass kicked now

Uhh, one, two
Misdemeanor, Shady
Timbaland,
Uhh, uhh, uhh
Cool, cool,
Triple