Luyện nghe bài hát If I Get Locked Up Tonight ( With Dr.Dre)

Check, 1, 2, 1, 2 1, 2, it's rolling
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Dr. Dre up in here y'all what this is
It's what y'all been waiting for master Flex, Big Kap
Def Jam giving it to you baby
Yo, Eminem show these mother fuckers what time it is,

I used to be a lonely man, mad, until I got a million dollars, shit
Now if I only had fucking hair I'd pull it, faster than a bullet
Out of Tupac's chest before the ambulance came too to do it

I'm trying to it back again, it was an accident
I had my back against the fan and it off in Amsterdam
I hate the straight jacket it ain't and can't lock it
So they stapled my to my pants pockets

The cell's padded and battered like someone had it
Before me, and just kept throwing they selfs at it
My head is aching, I'm to medication
But this med is taking to long to bring me sedadation? Come on

Anyway I got with Dre, what up?
The first man who taught me how the sounded to spray
Running up and the street screaming, "Fuck the police"
When you still had your mother's fucking nipple in your teeth

Fucking baby, became a model after Colorado
Now all they do is follow me and holla, "Bravo"
yeah, I punch my bitch and beat my kids in public
Suck my dick,

I'm enough to fuck a man in his face but I won't
'Cause probably wanna stand in his place
So put a sock in it, your fake-ass Tupac image
You faggots ain't tough, you just get drunk and talkative

Wanna
I'm probably the akwardest talking
Walking a midget with a ladder in his back pocket
So when you see me on block stumbling, mumbling

A of dumb shit like my drunk uncle does
I ain't buzzed, I'mm high on life
So why on earth would I need drugs, when I can fly on
Motherfuckers, Slim

Dr Dre
I'm pass the tec

'Cause if I get locked up
Then I might not come tonite
it moving, off and on, Eminem is on
Off and on, Dr. Dre is on

'Cause if I get locked up
Then I might not come home
Keep it moving, off and on, is on
Off and on, Dr. Dre is on

The whole entire world can sit and twirl like a tire
I set a fucking on fire with a curling iron
Psych I'm joking, for christ sake, don't get so bent out of shape
'Cause I went out and raped six friends

Some people just get it, but I won't let it upset me
'Cause don't know better
They don't know the fuck its like to be so fed up
And fed so many uppers you're and won't get up

My mind's got a of it's own, sometimes I can't find it at home
It in the stove, hello, where you at?
Shit, talk about your brain baked
My shit's still in the on 480 degrees

Hailey Jade, loves you baby
Don't ever tell me how to raise my daughter you, lady
You critics wanna but couldnt visualize
Individuals lives through a eyes

The neighborhood that I grew up in you could die for
And Dirty Dozen watches over me so try some dumb
I'll have a fucking man with a band-aid over his mouth
And shove his head in the fan

Don't ever tell me what I can and what I say
Or change 'cause of the age in my fan base
Like I give a fuck who's buying this
fucking buying it, I'm tired bitch, I'm dying to quit

Hip Hop is now, it's all commercial now
like a circle full of circus clowns up in the circuit now
But now the white kids like it, so they me I can buy it
But as soon as I get on the mic like the night get silent

that or booed, thats why I keep an attitude
And go to sleep with it and up with it every afternoon
I'm sick of judged, fuck it let me see a judge
I'll confess to every murder I committed since 3 old

'Cause if I get up tonight
Then I might not come home
Keep it moving, off and on, is on
Off and on, Dr. Dre is on

Fuck that, that shit off
get the fuck out of here
You how we do