Luyện nghe bài hát Low, Down, Dirty

Warning, this gon' be rated R, restricted
You see this hole 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 identity
I'm Dr. Hyde and Mr. Jekyll,
Hearing voices in my head while these echo
"Murder Redrum"

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

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

Smoke a while I'm titty fuckin' Bette Midler
Sniper, waiting on roof like the Fiddler
Y'all thought I was gonna with Riddler
Ya? Bring your bitch, I wanna see if this dick gon' 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 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 lace tunes, I'm out this like Space Moons
With a bunch crazed loons dismissin' like braze wounds
Nothing but and misfits, dip shits
Doing whip pits, passed out like Sanford pits

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

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

Walking bio-hazard causing wreckage, smoked out 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 bottle cap tips
Get your cap peeled like the dead skin of mama's chapped lips

Slap hips, domestic violence
Beat your bitches ass while your kids in silence
I'm just joking, is Dirty Dozen's really dust
If all your missing, than probably one of us broke in

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

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

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

It was predicted by a
I'd grow to be an addicted
off liquid Triametic
Pathetic, but I don't think headache's ever vanishing

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

Take me to ER for an IV
Motherfuck JLB, they don't 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 collared hicks
Just to make a off of black music
a subliminal ball of tricks
But those can kiss ass and swallow

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