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 record of 17
400 assaults, and 4 murders, the undisputed, most
in the world, Slim Shady!

So a bottle, let your body waddle
Don't act a snobby 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 rubbers? Who's got the
I noticed there's so of them and there's really not that many of us
Ladies love us and my kicking up dust
It's on till the break of dawn and we're starting this party dusk

Ok, go
Back Andre, the giant, mister elephant tusk
Picture us, you'll be another one bit the dust
Just one up my mother's son who got under the bus
Kiss my butt, lick my wonder cheese under my nuts
It disgusts me to see the the way that it looks
a must, I redeem 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 at the thought
Cuz when I the verse the shit gets worse than Worcestershire sauce
If I could fit the words as picture perfect, works time
Every verse, every line, as simple as nursery
It's elementary, the have entered the room
I venture to say with the of attention its true
Not to mention back with a vengeance, so here's the
Of the bat symbol, the platinum trio is back on you

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

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

and gentlemen, Dr. Dre

They see that low go by they're like "Oh my!"
You ain't got to me why you're 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 over and above all, just another day
And this one begins where the last one
up where we left off and get smashed again

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

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

Now where's the Who's got the rubbers?
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 till the break of dawn and starting this party from dusk

And I take great in introducing, 50 Cent

It's bottle bottle
The money ain't a thang you party with me
Its what we into, simple
We ball out of like you wouldn't believe
I'm the napalm, the bomb, the Don, I'm Kong
Get rolled on, up and reigned on
I'm so calm Vietnam, ring the alarm
Bring the Chandon, burn 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 nothing
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 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 where's the rubbers? got the rubbers?
I there's 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 till the break of and we're starting this party from dusk