Luyện nghe bài hát Low, Down, Dirty

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

Wearing visors, and disguises
'Cause my split personality is having an identity
I'm Dr. and Mr. Jekyll, disrespectful
voices in my head while these whispers echo
"Murder Redrum"

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

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

Smoke a blunt while I'm fuckin' Bette Midler
Sniper, waiting on your like the Fiddler
Y'all I was gonna rhyme with Riddler
Ya? Bring your bitch, I wanna see if this dick gon' fit in her

I'm low and I'm shiftee
And if you hear a man sounds 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

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

Where's the weed, I wanna tamper it
let your grandpa hit it
Mix it up with so her can't forget it
Fuck it, I'm a bum

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

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

Slap hips, support violence
Beat your bitches ass while kids stare 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 fuck did he get his damn raps
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

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

Bobbing back and forth a penguin
Delinquent, microphones with Broken English
Make mama be like "Oh, this is good, who sing this?"
Shady, his tape is dope, I love 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 Triametic
Pathetic, but I don't think this 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 you?
Somebody me, before I OD on an LP

Take me to ER for an IV
Motherfuck JLB, they support no hip hop
They say that's it ends, the closest they gon' come is Tupac
It's politics, all a fix

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

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