Luyện nghe bài hát Busa Rhyme

Slim
Slim
Slim
Slim

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

There's things I hate, girls, women and bitches
Smack bitches that up, and drop-kick midgets
Call me Boogie Night, the that walks awkward
Stick figure, a dick bigger than Mark Wahlberg

Comin' through the airport, sluggish, walkin' on
Hit a pregnant chick in her stomach with luggage
It's like a dream I can't snap out, I black out and out
Lookin' for some other thug, to beat the out

I'm you rap singers two middle fingers
I you off in French, then translate in English
Then I'ma off the face of the planet and come back
Speakin' so much Spanish, pun can't understand it

Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy, Shady

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

Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy, Slim

Won't you rhyme for me, boy

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

It's so big, if I counted up all the freaks who me
I'd probably owe Osbourne an apology
College girls, live in an world
Full of Earl, head twirls every time the toilet swirls

in throw-up, and I refuse to grow up
I won't budge, I tell a grown-up to shut up
(Shut up)
I made this rap suspenseful, 'cause now I got a impulse
To give you insults with a pencil
(Bitch)

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

Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy, Shady

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

Won't you busa for me, boy, Slim Shady

Won't you busa for me, boy

Turn the music up, we gon' the neighbors
We gon' get high, we gon' roll to
Me and Slim Shady on some daily
you want what you got is it hot?
(Is it hot?)

Turn the music up, we wake the neighbors
We gon' get high, we gon' to Vegas
Me and Slim Shady, on some shit
What you want, you want, ahh, uhh, yo

A person another planet might disagree with you
Well, if you want my opinion, it comes from right on Earth

Slim Shady,
Timbaland, Slim Shady,

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

Fuckin' mad dog, at the mouth
Fuck mouth, my whole house, is at the couch
Jumped out of the 93rd floor of a
And shot every window out on the way down to the
(Keep filming)

Woke up to a hospital staff, got up and laughed, chopped 'em in
Suffocated the oxygen
if I get any higher, I'ma get the East and West beefin' again
Slide back to and stand in the crossfire

Y'all better call the police 'fore I kill this
Don't Missy, get back
Uhh, put you all in the line
Uhh, and I'ma you MC's die

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

It's rainin', rainin' and it's pourin'
fear, 'cause pissy Missy's through the crowd
Uhh, I the gats 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,
Misdemeanor, Shady
Timbaland,
Uhh uhh uhh, cool, cool,
Triple