Luyện nghe bài hát Im Back

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That's why they call me Slim (I'm back)
I'm back (I'm back) (Slim Shady!) I'm

I murder a rhyme one word at a
You never heard of a as perverted as mine
You better get rid of that nine it ain't help
What good is it gonna do against a man that himself?
I'm waitin' for hell like shit I'm anxious as hell
Manson you're safe in that cell, be thankful it's
I used to be my little angel at twelve
Thirteen I was shells in a gauge on a shelf
I used to, get and bullied on my block
'Til I cut a kitten's head off and stuck it in this kid's (Mom! Mom!)
I used to give a, fuck, now I could give a fuck
do I think of success? It sucks, too much press I'm stressed
Too stares two breasts, too upset
just too much mess, I guess I must just blew up quick (yes)
Grew up (no) was raised right
Whatever you say is wrong, whatever I say is
You think of my name now you say, "Hi"
Became a because I'm W-H-I-T-E,
M-T-V was so friendly to me
Can't wait Kim sees me
Now is it worth it? at my life, how is it perfect?
Read my lips bitch, what, my mouth isn't
You hear this finger? Oh it's upside
Here, let me this motherfucker up right now

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I take each individual degenerates and reach into it
Just to see if influenced by me if he listens to music
And if he feeds into this shit he's an victim
And becomes a puppet on the of my tennis shoe
My name is Shady
I been way before radio didn't play me
The {Back is the incredible!}
With Ken Kaniff, who finds the men edible
It's Ken Kaniff on the,
Trying to, lure your kids him, into bed
It's a, sick we live in these days
"Slim for Pete's put down Christopher Reeve's legs!"
Geez, you are so sensitive
"Slim it's a touchy subject, try and just mention it"
Mind with no in it, fried to get so frenetic
eyes get so squinted, I'm blind from smokin' 'em
With my windows tinted, with limos rented
Doin' lines of coke in 'em, with a bunch of hoppin' out
all and indo-scented
And that's I get my name from, that's why they call me

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I take seven kids from Columbine, 'em all in line
Add an AK-47, a revolver, a
A Mack-11 and it solve the problem of mine
And that's a whole school of shot up all at one time
Cause (I'm) Shady, call me as crazy
As the world was over this Y2K thing
And by the way, N'Sync, why do sing?
Am I the one who realizes they stink?
I dye my hair pink and care what y'all think?
Lip sync and buy a bigger of earrings?
It's why I tend to out when I hear things
Cause all these fans screamin' is makin' my ears (Ah!)
So I just, throw up a middle and let it linger
Longer the rumor that I was stickin' it to Christina
Cause if I ever it to any singer in showbiz
It'd be Jennifer Lopez, and you know this!
I'm Puff, but I don't give a fuck if this chick was my own mother
I still fuck her with no rubber and cum her
And have a son and a new at the same time
And just say it ain't mine, what's my name?

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Guess b, back, back
gue' guess who's back (Hi mom!)
Guess who's
guess who's back
D-12, who's back
Gue' gue' gue' gue' guess who's
Dr. Dre, Guess who's
back, back
Slim Shady,
I'm blew out from blunt, fuck