Luyện nghe bài hát Marshall Mathers

You know I 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 want me, ten million dollars?
Get the fuck out of

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

Ice don't like me (uh-uh)
Said some shit in Vibe to me (yup)
Then went and dyed his hair 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 to annoy the world
And destroy your little 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 Dope and 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 they was at they snuck out
After they out the back when they saw us and bugged out
(Ah!) Ducked down and got paint shot at they truck, blaow!
Look at y'all runnin' your mouth
you ain't seen a fuckin' 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 like you two little 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 streets
If you assholes doubt me (assholes me)
And if you want to run your
Then take your best shot at me (your best shot at me)

Is it because you love me that y'all so much of me?
You groupie bitch, get off me, go fuck Puffy
Now because of blond mop that's on top
And this fucked up head that I've got, gone pop?
The underground just around and did a three sixty
Now these kids dis me and act like 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 bitch mom's suin' for ten million
She must want a dollar for every pill been stealin'
Shit, where the fuck you think I picked up the
All I had to do was go in her room and lift up her
Which is it bitch, Mrs. or Ms. Mathers?
It matter you fagot!
about I fabricated my past
He's just aggravated I won't in his ass (Uh!)
So tell me, what the is a fella to do?
For every I make, another relative sues
Family and fussin' over who wants to invite me to supper
All the sudden, I got cousins (Hey it's me!)
A and sister who never seen me
Or even bothered to call me until saw me on T-V
Now so happy and proud
I'm finally to step foot in my girlfriend's house
Hey-hey! And to top it off, I walked to the newsstand
To buy this cheap-ass little magazine a food stamp
Skipped to the last page, flipped fast
And what do I see? A of my big white ass
Okay, let me you motherfuckers some help
Uh, here, double X-L, X-L
Now your magazine shouldn't have so trouble to sell
Ah fuck it, even buy a couple myself

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

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