Luyện nghe bài hát Crack A Bottle

Oooh! Ladies and gentlemen, the you've all been waiting for
In this corner, 175 pounds, with a record of 17 rapes
400 assaults, and 4 murders, the undisputed, diabolical
in the world, Slim Shady!

So crack a bottle, let body waddle
Don't act like a model
You hit the lotto
Uh oh uh oh, bitches hopping in my
Got one riding and no not one of them got gloves

Now where's the rubbers? Who's got the
I noticed there's so many of them and there's really not that of us
Ladies us and my posse's kicking up dust
It's on till the break of and we're starting this party from dusk

Ok, go
when Andre, the giant, mister elephant tusk
Picture us, just be another one bit the dust
one up my mother's son who got thrown under the bus
Kiss my butt, lick my wonder from under my nuts
It me to see the game the way that it looks
It's a must, I my name and haters get mushed
Bitches lust, man they love me when I'm the cut
Missed the cut, the lady a eighty some paper cut

Now picture us, it's ridiculous you curse at the
Cuz when I spit the verse the shit gets worse than sauce
If I could fit the words as picture perfect, works every
Every verse, line, as simple as nursery rhymes
elementary, the elephants have entered the room
I venture to say the center of attention its true
Not to mention back with a vengeance, so the signal
Of the bat symbol, the trio is back on you hoes

So a bottle, let your body waddle
Don't act like a model
You just hit the
Uh oh uh oh, bitches hopping in my
Got one shotgun and no not one of them got gloves

Now where's the Who's got the rubbers?
I noticed there's so many of them and there's really not that of us
And ladies love us and my posse's kicking up
It's on till the break of dawn and we're this party from dusk

and gentlemen, Dr. Dre

They see that low rider go by they're "Oh my!"
You ain't got to tell me why sick cuz I know why
I dip through in six trey like sick 'em Dre
I'm an that they can't scratch, they're sick of me
But hey, what else can I I love LA
Cuz and above all, it's just another day
And this one begins where the last one
Pick up where we off and get smashed again

I'll be dammed, just around and crashed my Benz
Driving around with a front end
cash that one in
Grab another one from out the
The Monte Carlo, El Camino or the El
The if I know
Do I want seats or vinyl?
Decisions, decisions, garage like Precision Collision
Or Maico beats quake Waco
Just the bass low, speakers away from your face though

So crack a bottle, let body waddle
act like a snobby model
You just hit the
Uh oh uh oh, bitches in my Tahoe
Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got

Now where's the rubbers? Who's got the
I noticed so many of them and there's really not that many of us
And ladies us, my posse's kicking up dust
It's on the break of dawn and we're starting this party from dusk

And I take great in introducing, 50 Cent

bottle after bottle
The money a thang when you party with me
Its we into, it's simple
We out of control like you wouldn't believe
I'm the napalm, the bomb, the Don, I'm Kong
Get on, wrapped up and reigned on
I'm so calm through Vietnam, ring the
Bring the Chandon, burn marajauan do what you

Nigga on and on till the of what
Get the paper man I'm you know I don't give a fuck
I spend it like it don't mean
Blow it its supposed to be blown
Motherfucker I'm
I stunt I style I flash the
I gets the fuck I want, so what I trick?
Fat ass bags, classy shit
Cho shoes I say move a bitch move

So crack a bottle, let your body
Don't act like a snobby
You just hit the
Uh oh uh oh, bitches in my Tahoe
Got one riding shotgun and no not one of got gloves

Now where's the rubbers? Who's got the
I noticed there's so many of them and there's not that many of us
And ladies love us, my posse's kicking up
It's on till the break of dawn and we're starting this party from