Luyện nghe bài hát Busa Rhyme

Slim
Shady
Slim
Slim

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

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

Comin' the airport, sluggish, walkin' on crutches
Hit a fuckin' chick in her stomach with luggage
It's like a dream I snap out, I black out and back out
Lookin' for other 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 off the face of the planet and come back
Speakin' so 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 motherfuckin'

Won't you rhyme for me, boy, Slim 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 up all the freaks who follow me
I'd probably owe Osbourne an apology
girls, live in an alcoholic's world
Full of Earl, twirls every time the toilet swirls flush

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

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

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

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

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

Won't you busa for me, boy

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

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

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

Slim Shady,
Timbaland, Shady, Misdemeanor

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 holes and the exit wounds layin' next to you

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

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

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

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

It's rainin', rainin' and it's loud
Never fear, 'cause pissy Missy's the crowd
Uhh, I hear the gats go
Who me dammit? Bitch get down

Don't walk when I talk, I never 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, Shady
Timbaland,
Uhh uhh uhh, cool, cool,
Triple