Luyện nghe bài hát Busa Rhyme

Slim
Slim
Shady
Slim

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

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

through the airport, sluggish, walkin' on crutches
Hit a fuckin' pregnant in her stomach with luggage
It's like a dream I snap out, I black out and back out
Lookin' for some other thug, to the crap out

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

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

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

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

Won't you rhyme for me, boy

I had a huge attitude, started off
Mad at you, had you mad at me
(One time)
I'm not a commodity, I'm an
Who oddly enough developed himself a following

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

in throw-up, and I refuse 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 with a pencil
(Bitch)

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

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

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

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

Won't you busa for me, boy

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

Turn the music up, we gon' the neighbors
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 might disagree you
Well, if you want my opinion, it from right here on Earth

Slim Shady,
Timbaland, Slim Shady,

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

Fuckin' mad dog, foamin' at the
Fuck mouth, my house, is foamin' at the couch
Jumped out of the floor of a building
And every window 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 again
Slide back to and stand in the crossfire

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

Yo mommy, mommy, Missy done her mind
I think somebody done pissed her off this
Yo, have 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 through the crowd
Uhh, I the gats go cha-pow
Who shot me dammit? Bitch get

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

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