Luyện nghe bài hát Low, Down, Dirty

Warning, this shit's be rated R, restricted
You see this bullet in my neck? It's self inflicted
Doctor slapped my momma, "Bitch you got a kid"
Arrested, molested and got convicted

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

Brain of a bread crumb
Which will I end up dead from
Inebriated, till my is elevated
How in the fuck can Eminem and be related?

Illiterate, illegitimate spitter
Bitch getter, hid in the bush like Kidder
Jumped out the bitch and did her
Use to let the babysitter suck my dick I was little'er

Smoke a while I'm titty fuckin' Bette Midler
Sniper, waiting on your roof like the
thought I was gonna rhyme with Riddler
Didn't Ya? Bring your bitch, I wanna see if this dick fit in her

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 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 Space Moons
With a crazed loons dismissin' brains like braze wounds
but idiots and misfits, dip shits
Doing whip pits, out like Sanford snip pits

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

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

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

Slap hips, support domestic
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 one of us broke in

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

My head's ringing, like it was Spider Sense
Lit it like Bay did when they shitted on New England
I'm out the game, put the second in
This Brandy got my

Bobbing back and forth like a
Delinquent, toking microphones with English
Make 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 talking all that drug shit

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

Panicking, I think I might just took too much Anacin
Frozen Manaquin, posted than a statue
I think I'm dying, God is that
Somebody me, before I OD on an LP

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

Setup by these white blue hicks
Just to make a dollar off of black
With a subliminal ball of
But those can kiss ass and dicks

I'm low and I'm shiftee
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 sounds like me him
And ask him where the fuck did he get his damn from