Luyện nghe bài hát Get Ready

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

My attitude is worse than was
I'll you over stupid shit and diss people
who ain't have shit to do with it, Cool J does (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 in a new light -- fuck it
Give me two mics; I write for me -- fuck what you like
You're probably me rap half-hearted; cause I don't like rap anyway
I'm tryin to get my porno career started
Every place and event. +Been There, That+
Shit, Dre stuck me in a suitcase he went
(* zipper sound *) "Come on, go!"
Want a deal? Study these 5
Lesson One: Throw demos as hard as you can at signed
Two: Face em and diss em (whattup dog?)
Don't give em a demo; kidnap em (I you to come with me)
and make em come to basement and listen
(you're fuckin check this out)
Lesson Three: Get a job at a label; switch demos with
and put yours on the table (here listen!)
Lesson 'Know you heard this before'
"Hey let me get number; I'll call you tomorrow, for sure!"
act like a fan -- you wanna get signed?
Get the whitest A&R you can
Pull him aside and rap as as you can
Lesson Five: Get a hook-up at
Dress up like I.C.P. and have them come see you perform
And the key, but when you see me on the street; I ain't
givin you shit bitch - even bother askin me (get away from me)
Toilet water splashes me right in the ass I'm spittin
cause I'm always shittin when I'm rappin like P (UNNNGGGGH!)
Got a blowjob from Paula Jones, and it so far in her mouth
my balls both of her collarbones (OWW!)
Told Mya this shit was all about ("It's all about me.")
Alyssa Milano syphillis, mono and gonorrhea ("You're a dick!")
And all three of my main said SEE-YA
Cause Brandy and Monica walked in and me fuckin Aaliyah
(What? Oh my God!) I splash while I'm takin a bath
Grab a of pills, break em in half, take em and laugh
White trash -- fuckin wife in the ass ("Oh! Ooh Shady! Oooh!")
While out siphoning gas for your lawnmower to cut the grass

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

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

[* Method Man *]
fuckin, I'll fuckin
Lay your on the dresser
Just your nutsack by
And bang them with a spiked bat
Cut your neck off and sew your head right
And leave you that

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

So if I hurt your and you get dissed too bad
You I just be sayin that to Get You Mad
And when I rap a fat bitch that you wished you had
You know I just be sayin to Get You Mad
"I can't listen to that song, shit's too sad"
You know I just be that to Get You Mad
"He'll never it, his wrist is slit too bad"
You know I be sayin that to Get You Mad

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