Luyện nghe bài hát Crack A Bottle

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

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

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

Ok, go
Back when Andre, the giant, elephant tusk
Picture us, you'll be another 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 me to see the game 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 a eighty some paper cut

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

So crack a bottle, let your waddle
Don't act like a snobby
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 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 dusk

and gentlemen, Dr. Dre

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

I'll be dammed, just fucked and crashed my Benz
Driving around with a front end
Let's that one in
Grab one from out the stable
The Monte Carlo, El or the El Dorado
The hell if I
Do I want leather or vinyl?
Decisions, decisions, garage looks like Precision
Or Maico beats quake Waco
Just the bass low, speakers away from your face though

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

Now where's the 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, my posse's kicking up
It's on till the break of dawn and we're starting this from dusk

And I take great in introducing, 50 Cent

It's bottle after
The money ain't a thang when you party me
Its what we into, simple
We ball out of control like you 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, marajauan 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 spend it it don't mean nothing
it like its supposed to be blown
Motherfucker I'm
I stunt I style I the shit
I gets the fuck I want, so what I trick?
Fat ass burgundy bags, shit
Jimmy Cho shoes I say move a move

So crack a bottle, let your body
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 got gloves

Now where's the Who's got the rubbers?
I noticed there's so many of them and there's really not 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