Luyện nghe bài hát Low, Down, Dirty

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

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

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

Illiterate, illegitimate spitter
Bitch getter, hid in the bush like Kidder
Jumped out the bitch and did her
Use to let the suck my dick 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 rhyme with
Didn't Ya? Bring your bitch, I see if this dick gon' fit in her

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

the weed, I wanna tamper with it
I'ma let grandpa 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 baby mama cum
So what I'm on is way beyond the bomb or any alcoholic
all of my leverage
Went up inside the First Bank 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 your tip, there's a pubic hair in my breakfast
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 ass while your kids stare in silence
I'm joking, is Dirty Dozen's really dust smoking?
If all shit's missing, than probably one of us broke in

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 damn 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 raps

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

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

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

Panicking, I think I have just took too much Anacin
Frozen Manaquin, posted stiffer a statue
I I'm dying, God is that you?
Somebody help me, I OD on an LP

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

Setup by these white blue hicks
Just to make a off of black music
a subliminal ball 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 fuck did he get his damn from
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 damn raps