Luyện nghe bài hát Marshall Mathers

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

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

Yo, you see me joggin', you might see me walkin'
You might see me walkin' a rottweiler dog
With it's head off in the park with a spiked collar
Hollerin' at him cause the son of a bitch won't quit
Or out a window, with a cocked shotgun
up the block in the car that they shot 'Pac in
Lookin' for Big's killers, dressin'
Blue and red like I don't see what the big is
Double barrel twelve gauge thinkin' of 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 there's like switched wallets
And amidst all Crist' poppin' and wristwatches
I had to sit back and just watch and just get
And walk with an empty bottle of Remi Martin
shit like some twenty-six-year-old skinny Cartman ("God damnit!")
I'm anti-Backstreet and Martin
With to kill N'Sync, don't get me started
These fuckin' can't sing and Britney's garbage
What's this bitch retarded? Gimme my sixteen dollars
All I see is in magazines smiling
happened to whylin' out and bein' violent?
Whatever happened to a good-ol' fashioned
Passionate ass-whoopin' and gettin' your shoes coat and hat tooken?
New Kids on the Block, a lot of dick
groups make 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 in Vibe to spite me (yup)
Then went and dyed his hair like me (he he)
A bunch of little kids to swear just like me
And run around screamin', "I don't care, just me" (nah nah)
I think I was put here to the world
And destroy your little boy or girl
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, knock you fuckin' fagots the fuck out
Ask 'em about the club was at when they snuck out
After they out the back when they saw us and bugged out
(Ah!) Ducked and got paint balls shot at they truck, blaow!
Look at y'all runnin' your again
When you ain't seen a fuckin' Mile Road, 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 right, Slim Anus
I don't get fucked in mine like you two little fagots!

I'm, just 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
come take your best shot at me (your best shot at me)

Is it you love me that y'all expect so much of me?
You little groupie bitch, get off me, go Puffy
Now because of blond mop that's on top
And this fucked up head that got, I've gone pop?
The just spunned around and did a three sixty
Now these kids dis me and act like some big
"Oh, he just did some shit Missy,
So now he thinks he's too big to do some with M-C Get-Bizzy"
My fuckin' bitch mom's suin' for ten
She must want a dollar for pill I've been stealin'
Shit, the fuck you think I picked up the habit?
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!
Talkin' about I my past
He's aggravated I won't ejaculate in his ass (Uh!)
So tell me, the hell is a fella to do?
For every I make, another relative sues
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 they saw me on T-V
Now everybody's so happy and
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 last page, right fast
And what do I 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 have so much to sell
Ah fuck it, I'll even buy a myself

'Cause I'm just 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 they
And take at me (take shots at me)

I'm just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm a regular guy,
I don't know why all the about me (fuss about me)
Nobody ever 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)