Luyện nghe bài hát Busa Rhyme

Slim
Slim
Slim
Slim

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Won't you rhyme for me, boy

I had a attitude, started 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
College girls, live in an alcoholic's
of Earl, head twirls every time the toilet swirls flush

Covered in throw-up, and I to grow up
I budge, I still tell a grown-up to shut up
(Shut up)
I made this rap suspenseful, 'cause now I got a impulse
To give you insults wrote a pencil
(Bitch)

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

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

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

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

Won't you rhyme for me, boy

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

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

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

Shady, Misdemeanor
Timbaland, Shady, Misdemeanor

I'm homicidal, and suicidal no friends
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 wounds layin' next to you

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

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

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

Yo mommy, mommy, Missy done lost her
I think done pissed her off this time
Yo, I'ma have to you through your chest and
Uhh, you have to clean up the mess

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

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

Uhh,
Misdemeanor, Shady
Timbaland,
Uhh uhh uhh, cool, cool,
Triple