Luyện nghe bài hát Busa Rhyme

Slim
Slim
Shady
Slim

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

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

Comin' through the airport, sluggish, on crutches
Hit a fuckin' chick in her stomach with luggage
It's like a 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 middle
I flip you off in French, then translate in
Then vanish off the face of the planet and come back
so much Spanish, pun can't 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, Slim

Won't you busa 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 developed himself a Halloween

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

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

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

Won't you rhyme for me, boy, Slim 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

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

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

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

Shady, Misdemeanor
Timbaland, Slim Shady,

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

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

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

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

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

It's rainin', rainin' and it's loud
fear, 'cause pissy Missy's through the crowd
Uhh, I the gats go cha-pow
Who shot me dammit? get down

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

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