Luyện nghe bài hát Marshall Mathers

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

You see I'm just Marshall (Marshall Mathers)
I'm just a guy,
I don't know why all the fuss me (fuss about me)
Nobody ever gave a before,
All they did was doubt me (did was me)
Now everybody want to run they
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 cause the son of a bitch quit barkin'
Or leanin' out a window, with a cocked
Drivin' up the block in the car that shot 'Pac in
for Big's killers, dressin' ridiculous
Blue and red I don't see what the big deal is
Double barrel twelve gauge of Chris Wallace
Pissed off, cause and 'Pac just missed all this
Watchin' all these imitations get rich off 'em
And get dollars that should of been there's like they wallets
And all this Crist' poppin' and wristwatches
I had to sit back and just watch and just get
And walk around with an empty bottle of Remi
Startin' shit like some skinny Cartman ("God damnit!")
I'm anti-Backstreet and Ricky
With 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 dollars
All I see is in magazines smiling
Whatever happened to out and bein' violent?
Whatever to catchin' a good-ol' fashioned
Passionate ass-whoopin' and your shoes coat and your hat tooken?
New Kids on the Block, sucked a lot of
Boy-girl groups me sick
And I can't wait 'til I all you fagots in public
I'm a it (ha ha ha)

Vanilla Ice like me (uh-uh)
Said shit in Vibe to spite me (yup)
Then went and his hair just like me (he he)
A bunch of kids want to swear just like me
And run around screamin', "I care, just bite me" (nah nah)
I think I was put here to annoy the
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 themselves "Clowns" they look queer
Fagot you to Dope and Gay
Detroit, when y'all live twenty miles away (fuckin' punks)
And I wrestle, I'll knock you fuckin' fagots the fuck out
Ask 'em about the club they was at when snuck out
After ducked out the back when they saw us and bugged out
(Ah!) Ducked down and got paint balls at they truck, blaow!
at y'all runnin' your mouth again
When you ain't seen a Mile Road, south of ten
And I don't need help, from D-12, to beat up two
In make-up, who may try to me with Lee Nails
"Slim Anus," you damn right, Anus
I don't get fucked in like you two little flaming fagots!

'Cause I'm, just Marshall (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 me (assholes doubt me)
And if you to run your mouth
Then come take your shot at me (your best shot at me)

Is it because you me that 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 I've got, I've pop?
The underground just around and did a three sixty
Now these kids dis me and act some big sissies
"Oh, he just did some shit Missy,
So now he thinks he's too big to do shit with M-C Get-Bizzy"
My fuckin' bitch mom's suin' for ten
She must want a dollar for every pill I've been
Shit, where the fuck you I picked up the habit?
All I had to do was go in her room and lift up her
is it bitch, Mrs. Briggs or Ms. Mathers?
It matter you fagot!
Talkin' about I fabricated my
just aggravated I won't ejaculate in his ass (Uh!)
So me, what the hell is a fella to do?
For every million I make, relative sues
Family fightin' and fussin' over who to invite me to supper
All the sudden, I got ninety-some cousins (Hey me!)
A and sister who never seen 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 with a food
Skipped to the page, flipped 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 shouldn't have so much to sell
Ah fuck it, I'll buy a couple myself

'Cause I'm Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm a regular guy,
I don't know why all the 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 shots at me (take shots at me)

'Cause 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 they did was doubt me (did was me)
Now everybody want to run mouth
And shots at me (take shots at me)