Luyện nghe bài hát Get Ready

Yo. yo! (* hachs up spit *)
Mic check. (My dick!)
Testing. one, two (* Eminem on mic *)
Ffff-fuck. (My dick!) My nuts.

My attitude is worse than was
battle you over stupid shit and diss people
who ain't have shit to do with it, like Cool J (My tattoo!)
You see me standin of your buildin; screamin,
"Puffy is good, (HEY!) but Shady is for the children!" (WAIT!)
I look at my life in a new light -- it
Give me two mics; I write for me -- fuck what you like
You're probably hear me rap half-hearted; cause I don't like rap
I'm just tryin to get my porno started
Every and event. +Been There, Done That+
Shit, Dre stuck me in a suitcase when he
(* sound *) "Come on, let's go!"
Want a deal? Study these 5
Lesson One: Throw demos as hard as you can at signed
Lesson Two: Face em and em (whattup dog?)
Don't give em a demo; kidnap em (I you to come with me)
and em come to your basement and listen
(you're gonna fuckin check out)
Lesson Get a job at a label; switch demos with Canibus
and put yours on the table (here listen!)
Lesson Four: 'Know you heard this
"Hey let me get number; I'll call you tomorrow, for sure!"
Don't act like a fan -- you get signed?
Get the A&R you can find
him aside and rap as wack as you can
Lesson Five: Get a hook-up at
Dress up I.C.P. and have them come see you perform live
And that's the key, but when you see me on the I ain't
you shit bitch - don't even bother askin me (get away from me)
Toilet water me right in the ass when I'm spittin
cause I'm always shittin when I'm like Master P (UNNNGGGGH!)
Got a from Paula Jones, and stuffed it so far in her mouth
my balls broke both of her (OWW!)
Told Mya this shit was all about me-ah ("It's all me.")
Gave Milano syphillis, mono and gonorrhea ("You're a dick!")
And all three of my girls said SEE-YA
Brandy and Monica walked in and caught me fuckin Aaliyah
(What? Oh my God!) I splish splash I'm takin a bath
Grab a handful of pills, break em in half, em and laugh
White trash -- fuckin wife in the ass ("Oh! Ooh Shady! Oooh!")
While you're out siphoning gas for your lawnmower to cut the

So if I hurt self-esteem
and you get dissed too bad [Yo why you diss
You know I just be that to Get You Mad
And I rap about a buncha shit you wished you had [A big dick!]
You I just be sayin that to Get You Mad
"I can't to that song, that shit's too sad!"
You I just be sayin that to Get You Mad
"He'll never make it, his is slit too bad!" [Nurse! Nurse!]
You know I just be sayin to Get You Mad

What a wonderful day; I go outside and play
Ain't no to sit inside the house and hibernate
Hi Renee! (Oh hi!) I was just about to toss a live
in driveway (WHAT?) and drive away (* car peels out *)
Are you afraid of a made of a razor with AIDS
Blood drippin from it, rippin your stomach a paper mache
You talk a lotta shit, but you was ill though
I'm sick enough to you to death with a feather pillow
over some cows, just for a joke and a laugh (MOOOOO!)
Jumped up, choked a giraffe, snapped his neck and it in half
Wagin wars, on stage and sprayed Cage with +Agent Orange+
And wiped my ass with his page in (Here!)
The demon is here, steamin this
I rip [*Mystikal's*] out, scream in his ear (AHHHHHH!)
It's not a bitch, it's an image I live it
Give a fuck? I don't know a fuck is to give it
"Yeah I don't this guy is well." I'm high as hell
beat you with a live cat when I'm swinging him by his tail

[* impersonating Man *]
I'll fuckin, fuckin
Lay your on the dresser
Just your nutsack by
And bang shits with a spiked bat
Cut your neck off and sew your right back
And you like that

You just the prick who just mixed liquor
Who's itchin to leave you disfigured and than Chris-topher
Reeves, I was teething with strep
while your mother was
And gave her the disease
I'm iller than takin a hammer and your knees
and walkin through South Central L.A., bleedin in
(Am I a Blood or a Crip?) Wakin up the next day in machines
back to being shot and repeatin the scenes
on how you got smoked, and if you do live
You'll be too scared to tell it, a Biggie and 'Pac joke

So if I hurt your and you get dissed too bad
You know I just be that to Get You Mad
And I rap about a fat bitch that you wished you had
You know I be sayin that to Get You Mad
"I can't to that song, that shit's too sad"
You know I just be that to Get You Mad
"He'll make it, his wrist is slit too bad"
You know I just be that to Get You Mad

I that makes you real mad, don't it? (uh-huh)
That's right, Slim Shady (yup) & Tech
Sprayin (bitch)
And we don't a heck (uh-uh)
or a damn. or a fuck. or a
So suck my motherfuckin