Luyện nghe bài hát Low, Down, Dirty

Warning, this gon' be rated R, restricted
You see this bullet hole in my neck? self inflicted
Doctor my momma, "Bitch you got a sick kid"
Arrested, myself and got convicted

visors, sunglasses and disguises
'Cause my split personality is an identity crisis
I'm Dr. Hyde and Mr. Jekyll,
Hearing voices in my head while these echo
"Murder Redrum"

Brain size of a bread
Which will I end up dead from
Inebriated, my stress is elevated
How in the fuck can Eminem and Shady be

Illiterate, illegitimate spitter
Bitch getter, hid in the bush like Margot
Jumped out killed the and did her
Use to let the babysitter suck my dick when I was

Smoke a blunt while I'm titty Bette Midler
Sniper, waiting on your roof the Fiddler
Y'all thought I was gonna with Riddler
Didn't Ya? Bring your bitch, I wanna see if this gon' fit in her

I'm low down and I'm
And if you a man that sounds like me smack him
And ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps
I'm low and I'm shiftee
And if you hear a man that like me smack him
And ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps

I lace tunes, I'm out this world like Space
With a bunch crazed loons dismissin' brains braze wounds
but idiots and misfits, dip shits
Doing whip pits, passed out like Sanford pits

the weed, I wanna tamper with it
I'ma let grandpa hit it
Mix it up cocaine so her can't forget it
it, maybe I'm a bum

But I was put on this earth to make baby mama cum
So what I'm on is way beyond the bomb or any alcoholic
all of my leverage
Went up inside the National Bank broke, and left rich

Walking bio-hazard wreckage, smoked out like Eckridge
Band just making my itch, what the fuck? Gimme the tech bitch
You just lost your tip, there's a pubic hair in my
Got shit popping off like cap tips
Get your cap peeled the dead skin of your mama's chapped lips

hips, support domestic violence
Beat your ass while your kids stare in silence
I'm just joking, is Dirty Dozen's dust smoking?
If all your shit's missing, than probably one of us in

I'm low down and I'm
And if you hear a man that sounds me smack him
And ask him where the fuck did he get his raps from
I'm low and I'm shiftee
And if you hear a man that sounds like me him
And ask him the fuck did he get his damn raps from

My head's ringing, like it was Sense tingling
Lit it like Green Bay did when shitted on New England
I'm out the game, put the string in
This got my swinging

Bobbing and forth like a penguin
Delinquent, toking microphones with Broken
your mama be like "Oh, this is good, who sing this?"
Slim Shady, his tape is dope, I it
It's rugged, but he needs to quit all that drug shit

It was by a medic
I'd to be an addicted diabetic
Living off liquid
Pathetic, but I don't think headache's ever vanishing

Panicking, I think I might have took too much Anacin
Frozen Manaquin, posted stiffer than a
I think I'm dying, God is you?
help me, before I OD on an LP

Take me to ER for an IV
JLB, they don't support no hip hop
They say where it ends, the closest they gon' come is Tupac
politics, it's all a fix

Setup by white blue collared hicks
Just to make a dollar off of music
a subliminal ball of tricks
But those can kiss ass and swallow

I'm low and I'm shiftee
And if you hear a man that like me smack him
And ask him where the fuck did he get his raps from
I'm low down and I'm
And if you hear a man sounds like me smack him
And ask him where the fuck did he get his raps from