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
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. and Mr. Jekyll, disrespectful
voices in my head while these whispers echo
"Murder Redrum"

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

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

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

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 down and I'm
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 like Space
With a bunch crazed dismissin' brains like braze wounds
but idiots and misfits, dip shits
Doing whip pits, passed out Sanford snip pits

the weed, I wanna tamper with it
I'ma let grandpa hit it
Mix it up with cocaine so her can't it
Fuck it, I'm a bum

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

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

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

I'm low down and I'm
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 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

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

Bobbing back and forth like a
Delinquent, toking with Broken 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 quit talking all that shit

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

Panicking, I think I might just took too much Anacin
Manaquin, posted 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
JLB, they 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 collared
Just to make a off of black music
With a subliminal ball of
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 raps
I'm low down and I'm
And if you a man that sounds like me smack him
And ask him where the fuck did he get his damn from