Luyện nghe bài hát If I Get Locked up Tonite

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

I used to be a lonely man, only mad, until I got a dollars, shit
Now if I only had some fucking hair I'd pull it, 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 the fan and chopped it off in Amsterdam
I hate the straight jacket it latching and can't lock it
So they stapled my hand to my pants

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

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

Fucking baby, became a role model after
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 sick to fuck a man in his face but I won't
you'll 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 alcoholic talking
Walking a midget with a ladder in his back pocket
So you see me on your block stumbling, mumbling

A bunch of shit like my drunk uncle does
I ain't buzzed, just high on life
So why on would I need drugs, when I can fly on kites?
Motherfuckers, Slim

Dr Dre
I'm pass the tec

'Cause if I get locked up
Then I might not home tonite
Keep it moving, off and on, 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 world can sit and twirl like a whirling tire
I set a fucking on fire with a curling iron
Psych I'm just joking, for christ sake, don't get so out of shape
'Cause I went out and raped six girl

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

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

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

The that I grew up in you could die for nothing
And Dozen watches over me so try some dumb shit
I'll have a fucking man raped with a band-aid his mouth
And his head in the fan blade

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

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

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

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

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