Luyện nghe bài hát Marshall Mathers

You know I just get it
Last I was nobody
year I'm sellin' records
Now everybody to come around like I owe 'em somethin'
The fuck you want me, ten million dollars?
Get the fuck out of

You see I'm just Marshall (Marshall Mathers)
I'm just a guy,
I don't 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 shots at me (take shots at me)

Yo, you might see me joggin', you 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 won't quit barkin'
Or leanin' out a window, with a cocked
up the block in the car that they shot 'Pac in
Lookin' for Big's killers, ridiculous
Blue and red I don't see what the big deal is
Double twelve gauge thinkin' of Chris Wallace
Pissed off, cause Biggie and 'Pac just all this
Watchin' all these cheap get rich off 'em
And get that should of been there's like they switched wallets
And amidst all this Crist' and wristwatches
I had to sit back and just watch and get nauseous
And walk around with an bottle of Remi Martin
Startin' shit some twenty-six-year-old skinny Cartman ("God damnit!")
I'm anti-Backstreet and Ricky
With instincts to kill N'Sync, get me started
These fuckin' brats can't and Britney's garbage
What's this bitch Gimme back my sixteen dollars
All I see is sissies in smiling
Whatever happened to 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, a lot of dick
Boy-girl make me sick
And I wait 'til 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 hair just me (he he)
A bunch of little kids want to just like me
And run around screamin', "I don't care, bite me" (nah nah)
I I was put here to annoy the world
And destroy your little four-year-old boy or
Plus I was put here to put in fagots who spray Faygo Root Beer
And call themselves "Clowns" cause they look
Fagot you to and Silent Gay
Detroit, when y'all live twenty miles away (fuckin' punks)
And I don't wrestle, I'll you fuckin' fagots the fuck out
Ask 'em about the they was at when they snuck out
After they ducked out the when they saw us and bugged out
(Ah!) Ducked down and got paint balls at they truck, blaow!
Look at runnin' your mouth again
When you ain't seen a fuckin' Mile Road, of ten
And I don't help, from D-12, to beat up two females
In make-up, who may try to scratch me with Lee
"Slim Anus," you damn right, Slim
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 talk about me (you about me)
and see me on the streets alone
If you doubt me (assholes doubt me)
And if you want to run mouth
come take your best shot at me (your best shot at me)

Is it because you love me y'all expect so much of me?
You little bitch, get off me, go fuck Puffy
Now of this blond mop that's on top
And this fucked up head that I've got, I've pop?
The underground just spunned 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 some shit M-C Get-Bizzy"
My fuckin' bitch mom's suin' for ten
She must want a dollar for every pill I've stealin'
Shit, where the you think I picked up the habit?
All I had to do was go in her room and up her mattress
Which is it bitch, Mrs. Briggs or Ms.
It matter you fagot!
about I fabricated my past
He's aggravated I won't ejaculate in his ass (Uh!)
So tell me, what the hell is a to do?
For every million I make, another relative
Family fightin' and fussin' over who to invite me to supper
All the sudden, I got cousins (Hey it's 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 allowed to step foot in my girlfriend's
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 last page, right fast
And do I see? A picture of my big white ass
Okay, let me give you motherfuckers some
Uh, here, X-L, double X-L
Now your magazine have so much trouble to sell
Ah fuck it, I'll buy a couple myself

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