Luyện nghe bài hát Crack A Bottle

Oooh! Ladies and gentlemen, the moment all been waiting for
In this corner, weighing 175 pounds, with a of 17 rapes
400 assaults, and 4 murders, the undisputed, most
in the world, Slim Shady!

So crack a bottle, let body waddle
Don't act like a model
You just hit the
Uh oh uh oh, hopping 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 there's so many of and there's really not that many of us
Ladies love us and my posse's kicking up
on till the break of dawn and we're starting this party from dusk

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

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

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

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

and gentlemen, Dr. Dre

They see low rider go by they're like "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 itch that they can't scratch, they're of me
But hey, else can I say? I love LA
Cuz over and above all, it's just 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 with a smashed front end
Let's cash one in
Grab another one out the stable
The Carlo, El Camino or the El Dorado
The if I know
Do I want seats or vinyl?
Decisions, decisions, garage looks like Collision
Or Maico quake like Waco
Just keep the bass low, speakers away from your though

So crack a bottle, let your waddle
act like a snobby model
You just hit the
Uh oh uh oh, hopping 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 so many of them and there's really not that many of us
And ladies love us, my posse's up dust
It's on till the break of dawn and we're starting this party from

And I take great in introducing, 50 Cent

It's bottle after
The money ain't a thang you party with me
Its what we into, it's
We ball out of control like you believe
I'm the napalm, the bomb, the Don, I'm King
Get rolled on, up and reigned on
I'm so through Vietnam, ring the alarm
Bring the Chandon, burn do what you want

on and on till the break of what
Get the paper man I'm caking you know I give a fuck
I it like it don't mean nothing
Blow it its supposed to be blown
I'm grown
I stunt I style I flash the
I gets the fuck I want, so what I trick?
Fat ass burgundy bags, classy
Jimmy Cho I say move a bitch move

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 and no not one of them got gloves

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