Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Me With Your Best Shot

[Verse 1 -
Who died, what Marshall stopped rappin'
I guess that makes me the captain, hit the matress, packin'
assassin, bitch to gassin', get to mashin'
D-12 broke up, were you bitches
Our clique relaxin' in the hills of Aspen, pills and Aspirin
and I'm the machine that Marshall back to life
told him that my rhymes have to be tight
so I figured that I grab the mic
like a nigga 'bout to right after Christ
sometimes we get mad and fight, back to the lab tonight
grab an in the afterlife, that's only right
like a rock star is the only life
and we are, 6 grown men, who are old
my nigga Bugz, DeShaun
all the way down, hold them, D-12 nigga, 'till the world end

2 - Swifty:]
A lotta niggas try to me
'till I come back with and slice their trachea
Y'all been placed on a for hatin'
I'ma 'em, one by one, for taintin'
to kill a facility, I'm a sinner of Satan
fast as a child rapist
Life or trifle, has made me in waitin'
they gon' lock me up under the
I'm a one man army, and navy
you done made me
I'm crazy, insane, and
I bite the off your baby
for anyone who try to diss Proof or
I'ma break Halo
put 'em on the reaper's payroll, erase them and their soul
it ain't no hoes here, McVay s got a
With names on it, dipped in blood, man I'm

[Verse 3 - Mr
I know you we were done, we rose up
got a gun to make your whole inside up
and hit us with the best shot and we're standin'
so the world it can lick our scrotum
soldiers, who wanna stunt
who be the fall guy, who want the punt
who get fucked for lookin' at me sideways
every I roll up I'ma keep it blunt
where did y'all run when we lost Marshall
y'all did it big like
and we back in this bitch like a
still fuck dirty, clean like a bar o' soap
and you were so slick, on baffoon shit
my on a sweeper, your was on a broomstick
lookin' all stupid, I'm rude and abusive
and strapped, make me use it

4 - Eminem:]
Aight, here's I come in at...

I in this game with, bad intentions,
and I ain't budged, not even an since then
I'm stubborn, evil, and
I'm like nothing you seen, pencil in
hand, like I'm holding the insulin,
so you wanna button it like Benjamin
I ain't frightened of nothing, I men
right in this mark with my henchmen and
walk, to the stage,
I ain't here to cause trouble, get the out my face
fall back, cocksucker, I ain't A&W
get your cold mugs in my way
get Shattered, fuckin' A
been this way since B.C., what can I
I'm stuck in my ways like double tape
get turned to a vegetable dick face
you ain't Superman, in your lane, Lois
D-12 spittin' like flamethrowers
spit we get sprained jaws with metaphors
cut with the same force as chainsaws
hope you're coming with A game,
'cause things have changed in this game, isn't the same game,
the have been raised, better make lemonade
when they give you lemons, if they us, let 'em aim for us