Luyện nghe bài hát Marshall Mathers

You know I just get it
Last year I was
year I'm sellin' records
Now everybody wants to come around like I owe 'em
The fuck you want me, ten million dollars?
Get the fuck out of

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

Yo, you see me joggin', you might see me walkin'
You see me walkin' a dead rottweiler dog
With it's head chopped off in the park with a spiked
Hollerin' at him the son of a bitch won't quit barkin'
Or out a window, with a cocked shotgun
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
Double barrel twelve gauge 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 there's 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 and Ricky Martin
instincts to kill N'Sync, don't get me started
These fuckin' brats can't and Britney's garbage
What's this bitch retarded? Gimme back my dollars
All I see is sissies in smiling
Whatever to whylin' out and bein' violent?
Whatever to catchin' a good-ol' fashioned
Passionate ass-whoopin' and gettin' your coat and your hat tooken?
New Kids on the Block, sucked a lot of
Boy-girl groups me sick
And I can't 'til I catch all you fagots 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 dyed his just like 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 here to 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 call "Clowns" cause they look queer
Fagot you to Dope and Gay
Detroit, when y'all live twenty miles away (fuckin' punks)
And I don't wrestle, knock you fuckin' fagots the fuck out
Ask 'em about the club they was at when snuck out
After they ducked out the back when they saw us and out
(Ah!) Ducked and got paint balls shot at they truck, blaow!
Look at runnin' your mouth again
When you ain't a fuckin' Mile Road, south of ten
And I don't need help, from D-12, to up two females
In make-up, who may try to scratch me Lee Nails
"Slim Anus," you right, Slim Anus
I don't get fucked in mine you two little flaming fagots!

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

Is it because you love me that y'all so much of me?
You little bitch, get off me, go fuck Puffy
Now because of blond mop that's on top
And fucked up head that I've got, I've gone pop?
The underground just spunned around and did a three
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 with M-C Get-Bizzy"
My fuckin' bitch suin' for ten million
She want a dollar for every pill I've been stealin'
Shit, where the you think 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' I fabricated my past
He's just aggravated I ejaculate in his ass (Uh!)
So tell me, what the is a fella to do?
For every million I make, relative sues
Family fightin' and fussin' who wants to invite me to supper
All the sudden, I got cousins (Hey it's me!)
A half-brother and who never seen me
Or bothered to call me until they saw me on T-V
Now everybody's so and proud
I'm finally allowed to foot in my girlfriend's house
Hey-hey! And to top it off, I walked to the newsstand
To buy this cheap-ass magazine with a food stamp
Skipped to the last page, flipped fast
And what do I A picture 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 it, I'll even buy a couple myself

I'm just Marshall Mathers (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 me (did was doubt me)
Now everybody want to run mouth
And shots at me (take shots at me)

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