Luyện nghe bài hát Marshall Mathers

You I just don't get it
year I was nobody
This year I'm records
Now everybody wants to come like I owe 'em somethin'
The fuck you want me, ten million dollars?
Get the fuck out of

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

Yo, you might see me joggin', you see me walkin'
You might see me walkin' a rottweiler dog
With it's head chopped off in the park with a spiked
at him cause the son of a bitch won't quit barkin'
Or out a window, with a cocked shotgun
Drivin' up the block in the car that shot 'Pac in
Lookin' for Big's killers, dressin'
Blue and red I don't see what the big deal is
barrel twelve gauge thinkin' of Chris Wallace
Pissed off, cause Biggie and just missed all this
Watchin' all these cheap get rich off 'em
And get dollars that should of been there's like switched wallets
And all this Crist' poppin' and wristwatches
I had to sit back and just watch and just get
And around with an empty bottle of Remi Martin
Startin' shit like twenty-six-year-old skinny Cartman ("God damnit!")
I'm and Ricky Martin
With instincts to kill N'Sync, don't get me
These fuckin' can't sing and Britney's garbage
What's this bitch retarded? back my sixteen 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 shoes coat and your hat
New Kids on the Block, sucked a lot of
groups make me sick
And I can't wait I catch all you fagots in public
I'm a it (ha ha ha)

Vanilla Ice don't me (uh-uh)
Said some in Vibe to spite me (yup)
Then went and dyed his just like me (he he)
A bunch of little kids want to swear just me
And run around screamin', "I don't care, bite me" (nah nah)
I think I was put here to the world
And your little four-year-old boy or girl
Plus I was put here to put fear in fagots who spray Faygo Beer
And call themselves "Clowns" they look queer
Fagot you to and Silent Gay
Claimin' Detroit, when y'all live miles away (fuckin' punks)
And I wrestle, I'll knock you fuckin' fagots the fuck out
Ask 'em about the club was at when they snuck out
After they ducked out the back when they saw us and out
(Ah!) down and got paint balls shot at they truck, blaow!
Look at y'all runnin' mouth again
When you ain't seen a Mile 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 damn right, Anus
I don't get fucked in mine you two little flaming fagots!

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

Is it because you love me y'all expect so much of me?
You little groupie bitch, get off me, go Puffy
Now because of this blond mop on top
And this fucked up head that got, I've gone pop?
The underground just around and did a three sixty
Now these kids dis me and act some big sissies
"Oh, he just did shit with Missy,
So now he he's 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 pill I've been
Shit, where the fuck you think I picked up the
All I had to do was go in her room and up her mattress
is it bitch, Mrs. Briggs or Ms. Mathers?
It doesn't you fagot!
about 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, another sues
fightin' 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 seen me
Or even bothered to call me they saw me on T-V
Now everybody's so and proud
I'm finally allowed to step foot in my 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 fast
And do I see? A picture of my big white ass
Okay, let me give you some help
Uh, here, X-L, double X-L
Now your magazine shouldn't so much trouble to sell
Ah fuck it, 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 want to run they mouth
And take at me (take shots at me)

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