Luyện nghe bài hát Marshall Mathers

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

You see I'm Marshall 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 want to run they mouth
And take shots at me (take at me)

Yo, you see me joggin', you might see me walkin'
You might see me a dead rottweiler dog
With it's chopped off in the park with a spiked collar
Hollerin' at him the son of a bitch won't quit barkin'
Or out a window, with a cocked shotgun
Drivin' up the block in the car that shot 'Pac in
Lookin' for killers, dressin' ridiculous
and red like I don't see what the big deal is
Double barrel twelve gauge thinkin' of Chris
Pissed off, cause Biggie and just missed all this
Watchin' all these cheap get rich off 'em
And get dollars that should of been there's like they switched
And amidst all this Crist' and wristwatches
I had to sit back and just watch and just get
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 Martin
With instincts to kill N'Sync, get me started
These brats can't sing and Britney's garbage
this bitch retarded? Gimme back my sixteen dollars
All I see is sissies in magazines
happened to whylin' out and bein' violent?
Whatever to catchin' a good-ol' fashioned
Passionate ass-whoopin' and gettin' your shoes 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)

Ice don't like me (uh-uh)
Said some shit in Vibe to me (yup)
Then went and dyed his just like me (he he)
A of little kids want to swear just like me
And run around screamin', "I care, just 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 fear in fagots who spray Faygo Root
And call themselves "Clowns" cause look queer
Fagot you to and Silent Gay
Claimin' Detroit, when y'all live 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 when they 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 your mouth again
you ain't seen a fuckin' Mile Road, south 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 like you two little fagots!

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

Is it because you love me that expect so much of me?
You little groupie bitch, get off me, go Puffy
Now because of this mop that's on top
And this fucked up head that got, I've gone pop?
The underground just spunned around and did a three
Now kids dis me and act like some big sissies
"Oh, he just did shit with Missy,
So now he thinks he's too big to do shit with M-C Get-Bizzy"
My fuckin' mom's suin' for ten million
She must want a dollar for every I've been stealin'
Shit, where the fuck you I picked up the habit?
All I had to do was go in her room and lift up her
Which is it bitch, Mrs. Briggs or Ms.
It doesn't you fagot!
Talkin' I fabricated my past
He's just I won't ejaculate in his ass (Uh!)
So me, what the hell is a fella to do?
For every I make, another relative sues
Family fightin' and fussin' over who wants to invite me to
All the sudden, I got ninety-some (Hey it's me!)
A and sister who never seen me
Or bothered to call me until they saw me on T-V
Now everybody's so happy and
I'm finally to step foot in my girlfriend's house
Hey-hey! And then to top it off, I walked to the
To buy this little magazine with a food stamp
Skipped to the last page, right fast
And what do I A picture of my big white ass
Okay, let me give you motherfuckers help
Uh, here, double X-L, X-L
Now your magazine shouldn't have so much to sell
Ah fuck it, I'll even buy a couple

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

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