Luyện nghe bài hát Busa Rhyme

Slim
Slim
Slim
Slim

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

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

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

I'm you rap singers two middle fingers
I flip you off in French, translate in English
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 rhyme for me boy, Slim motherfuckin'

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

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 a Halloween following

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

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

And waste the paper on you, down the oakwood
everything that you wrote in your notebook was no good
And as long as I stay in the studio and keep
You are puttin' your words together 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 gon' to Vegas
Me and Slim on some shit daily
What you want you got is it hot?
(Is it hot?)

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

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

Shady, Misdemeanor
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 fuckin' legs
With the bullet holes and the exit layin' next to you

mad dog, foamin' at the mouth
Fuck mouth, my whole house, is at the couch
Jumped out of the floor of a building
And shot every 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 mask
Shit if I get any higher, I'ma get the East and West beefin'
back to Detroit and stand in the crossfire

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

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

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

walk when I talk, I never talk when I smile
Lay 'em on down, like lived underground
For the sound, that me and, Timbaland, we
Get ass, kicked later or get your ass kicked now

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