Luyện nghe bài hát Marshall Mathers

You know I don't get it
Last year I was
This I'm sellin' records
Now everybody wants to come like I owe 'em somethin'
The you want from me, ten million dollars?
Get the out of here

You see I'm Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm a regular guy,
I know why all the fuss about me (fuss about me)
Nobody ever gave a before,
All did was doubt me (did was doubt me)
Now everybody to run they mouth
And take at me (take shots at me)

Yo, you see me joggin', you might see me walkin'
You might see me a dead rottweiler dog
With head chopped off in the park with a spiked collar
Hollerin' at him cause the son of a bitch won't quit
Or leanin' out a window, a cocked shotgun
Drivin' up the block in the car that they shot in
Lookin' for Big's killers, dressin'
Blue and red I don't see what the big deal is
Double barrel twelve thinkin' of Chris Wallace
Pissed off, cause Biggie and 'Pac missed all this
Watchin' all these cheap get rich off 'em
And get dollars that should of been there's like they wallets
And amidst all Crist' poppin' and wristwatches
I had to sit back and watch and just get nauseous
And around with an empty bottle of Remi Martin
Startin' shit like twenty-six-year-old skinny Cartman ("God damnit!")
I'm anti-Backstreet and Ricky
instincts to kill N'Sync, don't get me started
These fuckin' brats can't sing and garbage
What's this bitch retarded? Gimme back my sixteen
All I see is sissies in magazines
Whatever happened to whylin' out and bein'
happened to catchin' a good-ol' fashioned
Passionate ass-whoopin' and gettin' your shoes coat and hat tooken?
New Kids on the Block, a lot of dick
Boy-girl groups me sick
And I can't wait I catch all you fagots in public
I'm a it (ha ha ha)

Vanilla Ice like me (uh-uh)
some shit in Vibe to spite me (yup)
Then went and dyed his hair just me (he he)
A of little kids want to swear just like me
And run screamin', "I don't care, just bite me" (nah nah)
I think I was put to annoy the world
And destroy little four-year-old boy or girl
I was put here to put fear in fagots who spray Faygo Root Beer
And call themselves "Clowns" cause look queer
Fagot you to and Silent Gay
Claimin' Detroit, when live twenty miles away (fuckin' punks)
And I don't wrestle, I'll knock you fuckin' fagots the out
Ask 'em about the club was at when they snuck out
they ducked out the back when they saw us and bugged out
(Ah!) down and got paint balls shot at they truck, blaow!
Look at y'all your mouth again
When you ain't seen a fuckin' Road, south of ten
And I don't need help, D-12, to beat up two females
In make-up, who may try to scratch me Lee Nails
"Slim Anus," you right, Slim Anus
I get fucked in mine like you two little flaming fagots!

'Cause I'm, just Marshall (Marshall Mathers)
I'm not a guy,
I'll knock you out if you talk me (you talk about me)
Come and see me on the streets
If you assholes doubt me (assholes me)
And if you want to run your
Then come take your best at me (your best shot at me)

Is it because you love me that y'all expect so of me?
You little groupie bitch, get off me, go Puffy
Now of this blond mop that's on top
And this fucked up head that got, I've gone pop?
The just spunned around and did a three sixty
Now these kids dis me and act like some big
"Oh, he did some shit with Missy,
So now he thinks he's too big to do some shit M-C Get-Bizzy"
My fuckin' bitch mom's suin' for ten
She must want a dollar for pill I've been stealin'
Shit, where the fuck you I picked up the habit?
All I had to do was go in her room and lift up her
Which is it bitch, Mrs. Briggs or Ms.
It doesn't you fagot!
Talkin' about I fabricated my
He's just aggravated I won't in his ass (Uh!)
So tell me, what the is a fella to do?
For million I make, another relative sues
Family and fussin' over who wants to invite me to supper
All the sudden, I got ninety-some (Hey it's me!)
A half-brother and sister who never me
Or bothered to call me until they saw me on T-V
Now so happy and proud
I'm finally allowed to step foot in my house
Hey-hey! And then to top it off, I walked to the
To buy this cheap-ass little magazine a food stamp
Skipped to the last page, right fast
And what do I see? A of my big white ass
Okay, let me you motherfuckers some help
Uh, here, X-L, double X-L
Now your magazine have so much trouble to sell
Ah fuck it, I'll even buy a myself

'Cause I'm just Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm just a guy,
I don't why all the fuss about me (fuss about me)
Nobody ever a fuck before,
All they did was me (did was doubt me)
Now everybody want to run they
And take at me (take shots at me)

'Cause I'm Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm just a guy,
I don't know why all the fuss about me (fuss me)
Nobody ever gave a before,
All they did was me (did was doubt me)
Now want to run they mouth
And take at me (take shots at me)