Luyện nghe bài hát Busa Rhyme

Slim
Slim
Slim
Shady

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

There's three I hate, girls, women and bitches
Smack that walk up, and drop-kick midgets
Call me Boogie Night, the stalker that awkward
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 dream I can't out, I black out and back out
Lookin' for some thug, to beat the crap out

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

you busa rhyme for me, boy, Slim Shady

Won't you busa for me boy, Slim motherfuckin' 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 developed himself a Halloween

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

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

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

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

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

Turn the music up, we wake the neighbors
We gon' get high, we roll to Vegas
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 roll to Vegas
Me and Slim Shady, on shit 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 from here on Earth

Shady, Misdemeanor
Timbaland, Slim Shady,

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

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

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

Y'all better call the police 'fore I this track
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 lost her
I think somebody done pissed her off time
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'
Never fear, 'cause pissy Missy's through the
Uhh, I hear the gats go
Who shot me Bitch get down

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

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