Luyện nghe bài hát Eminem - Lose Yourself

Look, if you had one shot, one
To seize everything you ever moment
Would you capture it or let it slip?

His are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's
nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
To bombs, but he keeps on forgettin
What he down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words won't out
He's chokin, how jokin now
The clock's run out, up over, bloah!
Snap back to reality, oh there goes
Oh, there rabbit, he choked
He's so mad, but he give up that
Is he? no
He have it , he knows his whole back city's ropes
It don't matter, dope
He knows that, but he's
He's so stacked that he
When he goes back to his mobile home, that's when
to the lab again yo
This rap shit
He better go capture this moment and hope it don't him

You better lose yourself in the music, the
You own it, you better let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to
This opportunity comes in a lifetime yo

The soul's escaping, this hole that it's gaping
This world is for the taking
Make me king, as we move toward a, new world
A normal is borin, but superstardom's close to post mortar
It only harder, only grows hotter
He blows us all over hoes is all on him
to coast shows, he's know as the globetrotter
Lonely roads, God knows
grown farther from home, he's no father
He goes home and barely knows his own
But hold your nose 'cause here goes the cold water his bosses don't want him no mo, he's cold product they moved on to the schmoe who flows
He nose dove and sold
So the soap opera is and unfolds
I it's old potna, but the beat goes on
Da da dum da dum da da

No more games, i'ma change you call rage
Tear this mothafuckin off like 2 dogs caged
I was playin in the beginnin, the mood all
I been chewed up and spit out and booed off
But I kept rhymin and stepwritin the next
Best believe somebody's payin the pied
All the pain inside by the fact
I can't get by with my 9 to 5
And I can't provide the right type of for my family
'cause man, these goddam food stamps don't buy
And it's no movie, there's no mekhi phifer, this is my
And these times are so hard and getting even harder
to feed and water my seed, plus
See dishonor caught up bein a father and a donna
mama drama's screamin on and
Too for me to wanna
in one spot, another jam or not
Has gotten me to the point, I'm a snail
I've got to formulate a plot I end up in jail or shot
Success is my only mothafuckin option, not
Mom, I you, but this trail has got to go
I cannot grow old in lot
So I go is my shot.
Feet me not 'cause maybe the only opportunity that I got

You can do anything you set your to, man