Luyện nghe bài hát Low, Down, Dirty

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

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

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

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

Smoke a blunt while I'm titty fuckin' Bette
Sniper, waiting on your roof the Fiddler
Y'all thought I was gonna rhyme 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 hear a man that sounds like me him
And ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps
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 lace tunes, I'm out this world Space Moons
With a bunch crazed loons brains like braze wounds
Nothing but and misfits, dip shits
whip pits, passed out like Sanford snip pits

Where's the weed, I wanna tamper it
I'ma let your hit it
Mix it up with cocaine so her forget 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 beverage
all of my leverage
Went up inside the First National Bank broke, and rich

Walking bio-hazard causing wreckage, smoked out Eckridge
Band just making my neck itch, what the 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 peeled like the dead of your mama's chapped lips

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

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

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

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

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

Panicking, I think I might have just took too much
Manaquin, posted stiffer 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, they don't no hip hop
They say that's it ends, the closest they gon' come is Tupac
It's politics, all a fix

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

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 like me smack him
And ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps