Luyện nghe bài hát Can I Bitch

Marshall!
Will you us a bedtime story?

we go...

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

Can-i-bitch, oh
Where for art Can-i-bitch?
Please tell me what happened
That style that you rappin' with
Can-i-bitch, oh
Are you Los Angeles
New or just a janitor
From Oh Can-i-bitch

Now at first I ain't really the shit
Picture me for a and imagine it
Chillin' in the and relaxin'
When all a sudden some bullshit comes the scanners
Can-i-bitch on some "Stan Lives" shit
It me out at first. Man this is sick
For me, being just a sick, conflict
Gets my dick than arithmetic
And I know how you ones envy
I shoulda knew better the first few letters you sent me
The first two you were tellin' me shit
you respect me, like any other regular MC
The third letter you ask how I ain't return
None of the messages at Shady Records you me
The fourth letter: "Slim, you really to upset me!"
The fifth letter me you were comin' to get me
The sixth letter there's a bomb threat in our
This crazy motherfucker's really to kill me!
So I went back and read the few letters that said
Some about a message you left
Oh shit, not an "E" that's an "A"
This wants 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 at my crib
The funny thing is we both where this kid lives
And neither one of us have citizenship
Shit. Oh Dre, wait a that's it
All we gotta do is use a bit of turbo
We can fly the border "Let's go" [WOOSH!]
So we're off to Toronto and we're gainin'
[BOOSH!] (What was that? Oh) Jermaine
Fuck It, keep goin' no time to
Wait, backup hit him one more in case
Okay .. now he's draggin' under the car
Oh well, 30 more thousand miles
Meanwhile me and Dre are to conversate
Just tryin' to find a reason for the constant
And tryin' to figure out what happened to Propaine'
"He couldn't fell off that hard" Ain't no way
"What happened to the way you was rappin' you was scandalous
That Canibus into a television evangelist"
Plus he with his regular voice [BOOSH! BOOSH!]
[BOOSH! BOOSH!] (What was that?) Pet Shop
So we pull up to the bridge where he last was
His corpse was still but his ass was rotted
He kinda a little like Courtney Love
I if I stick him with a fork he's done
So I him twice, kept jabbin', Christ
He won't die, this guy's like a battered
He's like Kim, he keeps comin' back for
But he won't fight back I his jaw
Hold up, 'Bis foldin' up!
Punch me in the chest! my shoulders touch!
Do somethin'! At one punchline
C'mon till the meter reads
percent of my fans are blonde
'Bis answer me man respond!
Tell me the sun rain moon and stars
metaphors from Mars!
Raw to the floor, raw Reservoir Dogs
Bite another from Redman's song!
Suddenly the stub from a dead arm
From a midget out from under the car
It's JD, this motherfucker won't die
Dre sprayin' 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 alright dead dog, quit kickin him!
I think Stanabis off the bridge again (Damn)
He disappeared yo he's gone he did it