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 come around like I owe 'em
The fuck you from me, ten million dollars?
Get the fuck out of

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

Yo, you might see me joggin', you see me walkin'
You might see me walkin' a rottweiler dog
With it's head chopped off in the 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 in the car that they shot 'Pac in
Lookin' for killers, dressin' ridiculous
Blue and red like I see what the big deal is
Double twelve gauge thinkin' of Chris Wallace
Pissed off, cause and 'Pac just missed all this
Watchin' all these imitations get rich off 'em
And get dollars that should of been there's like they wallets
And all this Crist' poppin' and wristwatches
I had to sit back and just watch and get nauseous
And walk around with an bottle of Remi Martin
Startin' shit like some skinny Cartman ("God damnit!")
I'm anti-Backstreet and Ricky
With instincts to kill N'Sync, don't get me
These fuckin' brats sing and Britney's garbage
What's bitch retarded? Gimme back my sixteen dollars
All I see is sissies in smiling
Whatever happened to whylin' out and bein'
Whatever happened to catchin' a good-ol'
Passionate and gettin' your shoes coat and your hat tooken?
New Kids on the Block, sucked a lot of
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)
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 don't care, just me" (nah nah)
I think I was put here to annoy the
And your little four-year-old boy or girl
Plus I was put here to put fear in fagots who spray Root Beer
And call "Clowns" cause they look queer
Fagot you to Dope and Gay
Claimin' Detroit, 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 club they was at when snuck out
After they ducked out the back they saw us and bugged out
(Ah!) Ducked and got paint balls shot at they truck, blaow!
Look at y'all runnin' your again
you ain't seen a fuckin' Mile Road, south of ten
And I don't need help, D-12, to beat up two females
In make-up, who may try to scratch me Lee Nails
"Slim Anus," you damn right, Slim
I don't get in mine like you two little flaming fagots!

'Cause I'm, 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 doubt me (assholes doubt me)
And if you to run your mouth
Then come take your best at me (your best shot at me)

Is it because you me that y'all expect so much of me?
You little groupie bitch, get off me, go fuck
Now of this blond mop that's on top
And this fucked up head that I've got, I've gone
The underground just spunned around and did a sixty
Now these kids dis me and act some big sissies
"Oh, he just did some shit Missy,
So now he he's too big to do some shit 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, where the fuck you I picked up the habit?
All I had to do was go in her room and up her mattress
Which is it bitch, Mrs. or Ms. Mathers?
It doesn't you fagot!
Talkin' about I my past
just 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' over who wants to me to supper
All the sudden, I got ninety-some cousins (Hey me!)
A half-brother and who never seen me
Or bothered to call me until they saw me on T-V
Now so happy and proud
I'm finally allowed to step foot in my girlfriend's
Hey-hey! And then to top it off, I to the newsstand
To buy this little magazine with a food stamp
to the last page, flipped right fast
And what do I A picture of my big white ass
Okay, let me give you motherfuckers some
Uh, here, X-L, double X-L
Now your magazine shouldn't have so much trouble to
Ah fuck it, I'll even buy a couple

'Cause I'm just Marshall (Marshall Mathers)
I'm just a guy,
I don't know why all the 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 shots at me (take shots at me)

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