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
I'll battle you over stupid and diss people
who have shit to do with it, like Cool 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 light -- it
me two mics; I write songs 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 career
Every and event. +Been There, Done That+
Shit, Dre stuck me in a when he went
(* zipper sound *) "Come on, go!"
Want a deal? Study 5 chapters
Lesson One: Throw demos as as you can at signed rappers
Lesson Two: Face em and em (whattup dog?)
Don't give em a demo; kidnap em (I want you to come me)
and make em come to your and listen
(you're gonna check this out)
Lesson Three: Get a job at a label; demos with Canibus
and put yours on the owner's (here listen!)
Lesson Four: 'Know you heard this
"Hey let me get your I'll call you tomorrow, for sure!"
Don't act a fan -- you wanna get signed?
Get the whitest A&R you can
Pull him 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 street; I
givin you bitch - don't even bother askin me (get away from me)
Toilet water splashes me 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 of her collarbones (OWW!)
Told Mya shit was all about me-ah ("It's all about me.")
Gave Milano syphillis, mono and gonorrhea ("You're a dick!")
And all three of my main girls said
Cause Brandy and walked in and caught me fuckin Aaliyah
(What? Oh my God!) I splash while I'm takin a bath
Grab a handful of pills, em in half, take em and laugh
trash -- fuckin your wife in the ass ("Oh! Ooh Shady! Oooh!")
While you're out siphoning gas for your to cut the grass

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

What a wonderful I should go outside and play
no need 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 blade made of a with AIDS
Blood from it, rippin your stomach like a paper mache
You talk a shit, but you was never ill though
I'm sick enough to you to death with a feather pillow
Tipped over some cows, just for a 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 with his in Source (Here!)
The demon is here, steamin this
I rip [*Mystikal's*] voicebox out, in his ear (AHHHHHH!)
It's not a bitch, it's an image I live it
Give a fuck? I don't what a fuck is to give it
"Yeah I don't think guy is well." I'm high as hell
I'll you with a live cat when I'm swinging him by his tail

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

You just triggered the prick who just liquor
Who's itchin to leave you and stiffer than Chris-topher
Reeves, I was teething strep throat
while mother was breastfeeding
And her the flesh-eating disease
I'm iller than takin a hammer and beatin your
and walkin through South Central L.A., in jeans
(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, like a and 'Pac joke

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

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