Luyện nghe bài hát Get Ready

Yo. yo! (* Eminem 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 J does (My tattoo!)
You see me standin outside of buildin; screamin,
"Puffy is good, (HEY!) but Slim is for the children!" (WAIT!)
I look at my life in a new -- fuck it
Give me two mics; I write for me -- fuck what you like
You're probably hear me rap half-hearted; cause I like rap anyway
I'm just tryin to get my porno started
Every place and event. +Been There, That+
Shit, Dre stuck me in a when he went
(* zipper sound *) "Come on, go!"
Want a deal? these 5 chapters
One: Throw demos as hard as you can at signed rappers
Lesson Face em and diss em (whattup dog?)
Don't give em a demo; kidnap em (I want you to with me)
and make em come to your basement and
(you're gonna check this 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 before'
"Hey let me get number; I'll call you tomorrow, for sure!"
act like a fan -- you wanna get signed?
Get the A&R you can find
him aside and rap as wack as you can
Lesson Get a hook-up at Jive
up like 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
givin you shit bitch - don't even bother askin me (get from me)
water splashes me right in the ass when I'm spittin
cause I'm always shittin I'm rappin like Master P (UNNNGGGGH!)
Got a blowjob from Jones, and stuffed it so far in her mouth
my balls broke of her collarbones (OWW!)
Mya this shit was all about me-ah ("It's all about me.")
Gave Alyssa Milano syphillis, mono and ("You're a dick!")
And all three of my girls said SEE-YA
Cause Brandy and Monica walked in and me fuckin Aaliyah
(What? Oh my God!) I splish splash while I'm 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 hurt self-esteem
and you get too bad [Yo why you diss me?]
You know I be sayin that 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 to that song, that shit's too sad!"
You I just be sayin that to Get You Mad
"He'll never it, his wrist is slit too bad!" [Nurse! Nurse!]
You know I just be that to Get You Mad

What a wonderful I should go outside and play
Ain't no need to sit inside the house and
Hi Renee! (Oh hi!) I was just about to toss a live
in your driveway (WHAT?) and away (* car peels out *)
Are you of a blade made of a razor with AIDS
Blood drippin from it, rippin your like a paper mache
You talk a lotta shit, but you was never ill
I'm sick enough to beat you to death with a feather
Tipped over cows, just for a joke and a laugh (MOOOOO!)
Jumped up, choked a giraffe, snapped his and broke it in half
wars, went on stage and sprayed Cage with +Agent Orange+
And wiped my ass his page in Source (Here!)
The is here, steamin this year
I rip voicebox out, scream in his ear (AHHHHHH!)
It's not a gimmick bitch, it's an I live it
Give a fuck? I don't know what a fuck is to it
"Yeah I think this guy is well." I'm high as hell
I'll beat you with a live cat when I'm him by his tail

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

You just triggered the prick who mixed liquor
Who's itchin to you disfigured and stiffer than Chris-topher
Reeves, I was teething with throat
your mother was breastfeeding
And gave her the disease
I'm iller than takin a hammer and beatin knees
and walkin through South L.A., bleedin in jeans
(Am I a Blood or a Crip?) Wakin up the next day in machines
Flashin back to shot and repeatin 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 self-esteem and you get too bad
You know I just be that to Get You Mad
And when I rap about a fat bitch you wished you had
You I just be sayin that to Get You Mad
"I can't listen to song, that shit's too sad"
You know I be sayin that to Get You Mad
"He'll never make it, his is slit too bad"
You know I just be sayin to Get You Mad

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