Luyện nghe bài hát Busa Rhyme

Slim
Slim
Slim
Slim

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

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

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

I'm bringin' you rap singers two fingers
I you off in French, then translate in English
Then 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, boy, Shady

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

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

Won't you rhyme for me, boy

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

It's so big, if I counted up all the who follow me
I'd probably owe Ozzy an apology
girls, live in an alcoholic's world
Full of Earl, head twirls every time the swirls flush

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

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

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

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

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

Won't you busa for me, boy

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

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

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

Shady, Misdemeanor
Timbaland, Slim Shady,

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

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

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

better call the police 'fore I kill this track
Don't Missy, get back
Uhh, I'ma put you all in the
Uhh, and I'ma watch you die

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

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

Don't walk when I talk, I talk when I smile
Lay 'em on down, like they lived
For the sound, me and, Timbaland, we found
Get ass, kicked later or get your ass kicked now

Uhh,
Misdemeanor, Slim
Timbaland,
Uhh uhh uhh, cool, cool,
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