Luyện nghe bài hát Marshall Mathers

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

You see I'm just Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm just a guy,
I don't know why all the about me (fuss about me)
ever gave a fuck before,
All did was doubt me (did was doubt me)
Now want to run they mouth
And take shots at me (take at me)

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

Vanilla Ice don't me (uh-uh)
some shit in Vibe to spite me (yup)
Then went and his hair just like me (he he)
A bunch of little kids want to swear just me
And run around screamin', "I care, just bite me" (nah nah)
I I was put here to annoy the world
And destroy your little four-year-old boy or
I was put here to put fear in fagots who spray Faygo Root Beer
And themselves "Clowns" cause they look queer
you to Dope and Silent Gay
Claimin' Detroit, when y'all live miles away (fuckin' punks)
And I don't wrestle, I'll knock you fuckin' fagots the out
Ask 'em about the club they was at when snuck out
After they out the back when they saw us and bugged out
(Ah!) Ducked down and got paint balls at they truck, blaow!
Look at y'all runnin' your mouth
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 me with Lee Nails
"Slim Anus," you right, Slim Anus
I don't get fucked in mine like you two little fagots!

I'm, just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm not a guy,
I'll you out if you talk about me (you talk about me)
and see me on the streets alone
If you assholes doubt me (assholes me)
And if you to run your mouth
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 bitch, get off me, go fuck Puffy
Now because of blond mop that's on top
And this up head that I've got, I've gone pop?
The underground just spunned around and did a sixty
Now these kids dis me and act some big sissies
"Oh, he just did shit with Missy,
So now he thinks too big to do some shit with M-C Get-Bizzy"
My fuckin' bitch mom's for ten million
She must want a dollar for every I've been stealin'
Shit, the fuck you think I picked up the habit?
All I had to do was go in her and lift up her mattress
Which is it bitch, Mrs. or Ms. Mathers?
It matter you fagot!
Talkin' about I fabricated my
He's aggravated I won't ejaculate in his ass (Uh!)
So tell me, the hell is a fella to do?
For million I make, another relative sues
Family fightin' and fussin' over who wants to me to supper
All the sudden, I got ninety-some cousins (Hey me!)
A half-brother and sister who seen me
Or even bothered to call me until saw me on T-V
Now everybody's so and proud
I'm finally to step foot in my girlfriend's house
Hey-hey! And then to top it off, I to the newsstand
To buy cheap-ass little magazine with a food stamp
Skipped to the last page, flipped right
And what do I see? A of my big white ass
Okay, let me give you motherfuckers some
Uh, here, X-L, double X-L
Now your magazine shouldn't have so much trouble to
Ah fuck it, I'll even buy a couple

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

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