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
act like a snobby model
You hit the lotto
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 there's so many of them and there's really not that many of us
love us and my posse's kicking up dust
It's on the break of dawn and we're starting this party from dusk

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

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

So a bottle, let your body waddle
Don't act like a snobby
You just hit the
Uh oh uh oh, hopping in my Tahoe
Got one riding 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 really not that many of us
And ladies love us and my posse's up dust
on till the break of dawn and we're starting this party from dusk

and gentlemen, Dr. Dre

They see that low rider go by they're "Oh my!"
You got to tell me why you're sick cuz I know why
I dip through in that six trey like 'em Dre
I'm an itch that can't scratch, they're sick 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 one ends
Pick up where we off and get smashed again

I'll be dammed, just fucked around and my Benz
Driving with a smashed front end
Let's that one in
Grab another one from out the
The Carlo, El Camino or the El Dorado
The hell if I
Do I want leather seats or
Decisions, decisions, looks like Precision Collision
Or Maico beats quake like
Just keep the low, speakers away from your face though

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

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

And I great pleasure in introducing, 50 Cent

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

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

So a bottle, let your body waddle
Don't act like a snobby
You hit the lotto
Uh oh uh oh, hopping in my Tahoe
Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got

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