Luyện nghe bài hát Can I Bitch

Marshall!
Will you tell us a bedtime

we go...

Now once a time not long ago
There was a rapper about to blow
But his came and it was not good
I think it went lead or copper wood
So the silly little fans they were
By a internet computer hip-hop head
"Me and you, 'Clef, we're gonna some cash
Grab the silver paint and let's my ass"
Hey mister, would ya care to bare to
The ass-whippin' I'm about to
To ass-kissin' little vaginal blister
Stanabis, little Marshall Mathers'
And in corner, we have the mister
Not havin' it, it's the mad
Dr. with his bag of tricks for
little antagonist faggot dick-suckin'
Ex-LL J fan from Windsor
I'm 'bout to murder Kenny fag Keniff-sta
You bastard I ain't wanna have to ya
Canibis, the fuck you at? I miss ya!

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

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

So in two seconds flat Dre's at my
The funny is we both know where this kid lives
And neither one of us Canadian citizenship
Shit. Oh Dre, wait a mintue it
All we do is use a bit of turbo boost
We can fly over the "Let's go" [WOOSH!]
So off to Toronto and we're gainin' speed
[BOOSH!] (What was that? Oh) Jermaine
Fuck It, keep goin' no time to
Wait, backup hit him one time in case
Okay .. fuck now he's draggin' the car
Oh well, 30 more thousand miles
Meanwhile me and Dre are tryin' to
Just to find a reason for the constant hate
And tryin' to figure out what to 'Germaine Propaine'
"He couldn't have off that hard" Ain't no way
"What happened to the way you was rappin' you was scandalous
Canibus turned into a television evangelist"
Plus he with his regular voice [BOOSH! BOOSH!]
[BOOSH! BOOSH!] (What was that?) Pet Boys
So we pull up to the bridge where he last was
His was still movin' but his ass was rotted
He kinda a little like Courtney Love
I figure if I stick him with a fork done
So I him twice, kept jabbin', Christ
He won't die, this guy's a battered wife
He's like Kim, he comin' back for more
But he fight back I cracked his jaw
Hold up, 'Bis foldin' up!
Punch me in the chest! Make my touch!
Do somethin'! At least one
till the meter reads 9-9-9-
ty-nine percent of my fans are
'Bis c'mon me man respond!
Tell me 'bout the sun moon and stars
Intergalatical metaphors Mars!
Raw to the floor, raw like Dogs
Bite line from Redman's song!
Suddenly the stub from a man's arm
a midget reaches out from under the car
It's JD, this won't die neither
Dre starts him with cans of ether
We stomped the bitch and then stopmed the bitch
(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 bridge (Damn)
He disappeared yo he's gone he did it