Luyện nghe bài hát Marshall Mathers

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

You see I'm Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm a regular guy,
I don't know why all the fuss 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 see me walkin' a dead rottweiler dog
With it's head chopped off in the with a spiked collar
Hollerin' at him cause the son of a won't quit barkin'
Or leanin' out a window, a cocked shotgun
Drivin' up the block in the car that shot 'Pac in
for Big's killers, dressin' ridiculous
Blue and red like I see what the big deal is
Double barrel twelve gauge thinkin' of Chris
Pissed off, cause Biggie and 'Pac missed all this
Watchin' all these imitations 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 watch and just get nauseous
And walk around with an empty bottle of Remi
Startin' shit like some twenty-six-year-old Cartman ("God damnit!")
I'm anti-Backstreet and Martin
With to kill N'Sync, don't get me started
These fuckin' brats can't and Britney's garbage
What's this bitch retarded? Gimme back my dollars
All I see is sissies in magazines
happened to whylin' out and bein' violent?
Whatever happened to 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 groups make me
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 some shit in Vibe to me (yup)
went and dyed 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 to annoy the world
And your little four-year-old boy or girl
Plus I was put here to put in fagots who spray Faygo Root Beer
And call themselves "Clowns" cause look queer
you to Dope and Silent Gay
Claimin' Detroit, when 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 they out
After they ducked out the back when they saw us and out
(Ah!) Ducked down and got balls shot at they truck, blaow!
Look at y'all runnin' mouth again
When you ain't seen a fuckin' Road, south of ten
And I don't need help, from D-12, to beat up two
In make-up, who may try to scratch me with Lee
"Slim Anus," you damn right, Anus
I get fucked in mine like you two little flaming fagots!

'Cause I'm, just Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm not a guy,
knock you out if you talk 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 come take your shot at me (your best shot at me)

Is it because you love me that expect so much of me?
You groupie bitch, get off me, go fuck Puffy
Now because of blond mop that's on top
And this fucked up head that I've got, gone pop?
The just spunned around and did a three sixty
Now these kids dis me and act like big sissies
"Oh, he did some shit with Missy,
So now he thinks he's too big to do some shit M-C Get-Bizzy"
My fuckin' mom's suin' for ten million
She must want a dollar for pill I've been stealin'
Shit, where the 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 me, what the hell is a fella to do?
For million I make, another relative sues
Family fightin' and fussin' who wants to invite me to supper
All the sudden, I got ninety-some (Hey it's me!)
A half-brother and sister who never me
Or bothered to call me until they 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 cheap-ass little magazine with a food stamp
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, double X-L, X-L
Now your magazine shouldn't have so trouble to sell
Ah fuck it, I'll buy a couple myself

'Cause I'm just Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm just a guy,
I don't know why all the about me (fuss about 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)

'Cause I'm Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm just a guy,
I don't why all the fuss about me (fuss about me)
ever gave a fuck before,
All did was doubt me (did was doubt me)
Now everybody want to run they
And take at me (take shots at me)