Luyện nghe bài hát Marshall Mathers

You I just don't get it
Last I was nobody
This I'm sellin' records
Now everybody wants to around like I owe 'em somethin'
The fuck you want from me, ten million
Get the out of here

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

Yo, you might see me joggin', you might see me
You might see me a dead rottweiler dog
With it's head chopped off in the park with a collar
Hollerin' at him cause the son of a bitch quit barkin'
Or out a window, with a cocked shotgun
up the block in the car that they shot 'Pac in
Lookin' for killers, dressin' ridiculous
Blue and red like I see what the big deal is
barrel twelve gauge thinkin' of Chris Wallace
Pissed off, Biggie and 'Pac just missed all this
Watchin' all these cheap get rich off 'em
And get dollars that should of been like they switched wallets
And amidst all this Crist' poppin' and
I had to sit back and watch and just get nauseous
And around with an empty bottle of Remi Martin
Startin' like some twenty-six-year-old skinny Cartman ("God damnit!")
I'm anti-Backstreet and Martin
With instincts to kill N'Sync, get me started
fuckin' brats 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 happened to catchin' a fashioned
Passionate ass-whoopin' and gettin' your shoes coat and your hat
New on the Block, sucked a lot of dick
Boy-girl groups me sick
And I can't wait 'til I catch all you fagots in
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 want to swear just like me
And run around screamin', "I don't care, just me" (nah nah)
I think I was put here to annoy the
And destroy little four-year-old boy or girl
Plus I was put here to put fear in who spray Faygo Root Beer
And call "Clowns" cause they look queer
Fagot you to and Silent Gay
Claimin' Detroit, when live twenty miles away (fuckin' punks)
And I don't wrestle, knock you fuckin' fagots the fuck out
Ask 'em about the club was at when they snuck out
After they ducked out the when they saw us and bugged out
(Ah!) Ducked down and got balls shot at they truck, blaow!
Look at y'all runnin' your mouth
When you ain't seen a fuckin' Road, south of ten
And I need help, from D-12, to beat up two females
In make-up, who may try to scratch me with Lee
"Slim Anus," you right, Slim Anus
I get fucked in mine like you two little flaming fagots!

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

Is it you love me that y'all expect so much of me?
You little groupie bitch, get off me, go fuck
Now because of blond mop that's on top
And fucked up head that I've got, I've gone pop?
The just spunned around and did a three sixty
Now these kids dis me and act some big sissies
"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 must want a dollar for every I've been stealin'
Shit, where the you think I picked up the habit?
All I had to do was go in her and lift up her mattress
is it bitch, Mrs. Briggs or Ms. Mathers?
It matter you fagot!
about I fabricated my past
He's just I won't ejaculate in his ass (Uh!)
So tell me, the hell 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 cousins (Hey me!)
A half-brother and sister who never me
Or even bothered to call me until saw me on T-V
Now everybody's so and proud
I'm allowed to step foot in my girlfriend's house
Hey-hey! And then to top it off, I to the newsstand
To buy this cheap-ass little magazine with a food
Skipped to the page, flipped right fast
And what do I A picture of my big white ass
Okay, let me give you some help
Uh, here, double X-L, X-L
Now your magazine have so much trouble to sell
Ah fuck it, I'll even buy a myself

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

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