Luyện nghe bài hát Can I Bitch

Marshall!
Will you tell us a bedtime

we go...

Now upon a time not long ago
There was a little rapper to blow
But his album came and it was not
I think it lead or double copper wood
So the silly little fans they were
By a nerdy internet computer hip-hop
"Me and you, 'Clef, we're make some cash
the silver paint and let's paint my ass"
Hey mister, ya care to bare witness to
The ass-whippin' I'm about to
To this ass-kissin' little vaginal
Stanabis, little Marshall sister
And in this corner, we the mister
Not havin' it, the mad sinister
Dr. Evil his bag of tricks for
this antagonist faggot dick-suckin'
Ex-LL Cool J fan from
I'm 'bout to little Kenny fag Keniff-sta
You bastard I wanna have to diss ya
Canibis, the fuck you at? I miss ya!

Can-i-bitch, oh
Where for art thou
Please tell me what happened
That style that you were with
Can-i-bitch, oh
Are you Los Angeles
New York or a janitor
Canada? Oh Can-i-bitch

Now at first I really understand the shit
Picture me for a second and it
Chillin' in the and relaxin'
When all a sudden some comes across the scanners
It's Can-i-bitch on some "Stan Lives"
It creeped me out at first. Man is sick
For me, just a sick, this conflict
Gets my dick than arithmetic
And I how you jealous ones envy
I shoulda knew better from the first few you sent me
The first two you were tellin' me shit
Like you respect me, like any other MC
The third letter you ask how come I return
None of the messages at Shady Records you me
The fourth letter: "Slim, you really startin' to me!"
The fifth letter me you were comin' to get me
The sixth letter there's a bomb in our building
This crazy really tryin' to kill me!
So I went back and the first few letters that said
Some about a message you left
Oh shit, that's not an "E" an "A"
This wants to leave me a "massage," he's gay!!
Right I'm on the phone with Dr. Dre
We got a bogey! (Marshall I'm on the way)

So in two flat Dre's at my crib
The funny thing is we both know where this kid
And neither one of us have Canadian
Shit. Oh Dre, wait a that's it
All we gotta do is use a bit of boost
We can fly over the "Let's go" [WOOSH!]
So we're off to Toronto and we're speed
[BOOSH!] (What was that? Oh) Dupri
Fuck It, keep goin' no to waste
Wait, backup hit him one more time in
Okay .. fuck now he's under the car
Oh well, only 30 thousand miles
Meanwhile me and Dre are tryin' to
Just tryin' to find a for the constant hate
And tryin' to out what happened to 'Germaine Propaine'
"He couldn't have off that hard" Ain't no way
"What happened to the way you was when you was scandalous
That turned into a television evangelist"
Plus he raps his regular voice [BOOSH! BOOSH!]
[BOOSH! BOOSH!] (What was that?) Pet Boys
So we pull up to the bridge where he was spotted
His corpse was still movin' but his ass was
He kinda smelled a little like Love
I figure if I stick him a fork he's done
So I him twice, kept jabbin', Christ
He won't die, this guy's like a wife
like Kim, he keeps comin' back for more
But he won't fight I cracked his jaw
up, 'Bis quit foldin' up!
Punch me in the chest! Make my touch!
Do somethin'! At least one
C'mon till the meter 9-9-9-
ty-nine percent of my are blonde
'Bis answer me man respond!
Tell me 'bout the sun moon and stars
metaphors from Mars!
Raw to the floor, raw like Dogs
Bite line from Redman's song!
Suddenly the from a dead man's arm
a midget reaches out from under the car
It's JD, this motherfucker die neither
Dre starts sprayin' him cans of ether
We stomped the bitch and then stopmed the again
(Compton!) bitch! Talk some shit again!
him! (switch feet) Stomp him! (switch again!)
Dre he's dead dog, quit kickin him!
I think Stanabis jumped off the again (Damn)
He disappeared yo he's gone he did it