Luyện nghe bài hát Busa Rhyme

Slim
Slim
Slim
Slim

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

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

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

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

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 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 enough developed himself a Halloween following

It's so big, if I counted up all the who follow me
I'd probably owe Ozzy Osbourne an
College girls, 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 budge, I still tell a grown-up to shut up
(Shut up)
I made this rap game suspenseful, now I got a impulse
To give you insults with a pencil
(Bitch)

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

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, Shady

Won't you rhyme for me, boy

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 got is it hot?
(Is it hot?)

Turn the music up, we wake the neighbors
We gon' get high, we gon' roll to
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 comes right here on Earth

Slim Shady,
Timbaland, Shady, Misdemeanor

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

Fuckin' mad dog, at the mouth
Fuck mouth, my whole house, is 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, 'em in half
Suffocated the oxygen
Shit if I get any higher, I'ma get the East and West again
Slide to Detroit and stand in the crossfire

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

Yo mommy, mommy, Missy lost her mind
I think done pissed her off this time
Yo, I'ma have to bust you your 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 underground
For the sound, me and, Timbaland, we found
Get your ass, kicked later or get ass kicked now

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