Luyện nghe bài hát Marshall Mathers

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

You see I'm Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm a regular guy,
I don't know why all the about me (fuss about me)
Nobody gave a fuck before,
All they did was doubt me (did was me)
Now want to run they mouth
And take 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 park with a collar
at him cause the son of a bitch won't quit barkin'
Or leanin' out a window, a cocked shotgun
Drivin' up the block in the car that they shot in
Lookin' for killers, dressin' ridiculous
Blue and red like I don't see the big deal is
Double barrel twelve gauge thinkin' of Chris
Pissed off, cause and 'Pac just missed all this
Watchin' all these cheap imitations get off 'em
And get dollars that should of been there's like they wallets
And amidst all this poppin' and wristwatches
I had to sit and just watch and just get nauseous
And walk with an empty bottle of Remi Martin
Startin' shit like some twenty-six-year-old skinny ("God damnit!")
I'm anti-Backstreet and Ricky
With to kill N'Sync, don't get me started
These fuckin' brats can't sing and garbage
What's this bitch retarded? Gimme back my dollars
All I see is sissies in smiling
Whatever happened to out and bein' violent?
Whatever happened to a good-ol' fashioned
Passionate and gettin' your shoes coat and your hat tooken?
New on the Block, sucked 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)

Ice don't like me (uh-uh)
Said some shit in to spite me (yup)
went and dyed his hair just like me (he he)
A of little kids want to swear just like me
And run around screamin', "I don't care, 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 fear in fagots who spray Faygo Beer
And call themselves "Clowns" cause they look
Fagot you to Dope and Gay
Claimin' Detroit, when y'all twenty miles away (fuckin' punks)
And I don't wrestle, I'll knock you fagots the fuck out
Ask 'em the club they was at when they snuck out
they ducked out the back when they saw us and bugged out
(Ah!) Ducked down and got paint balls shot at truck, blaow!
Look at y'all your mouth again
When you seen a fuckin' Mile Road, south 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!

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

Is it because you love me y'all expect so much of me?
You little groupie bitch, get off me, go Puffy
Now of this blond mop that's on top
And this fucked up that I've got, I've gone pop?
The underground just spunned and did a three sixty
Now these kids dis me and act like some big
"Oh, he just did some with Missy,
So now he thinks he's too big to do some with M-C Get-Bizzy"
My fuckin' mom's suin' for ten million
She must want a for every 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 up her mattress
is it bitch, Mrs. Briggs or Ms. Mathers?
It doesn't you fagot!
Talkin' I fabricated my past
He's just aggravated I won't in his ass (Uh!)
So tell me, what the hell is a to do?
For every million I make, another sues
Family fightin' and fussin' over who wants to me to supper
All the sudden, I got cousins (Hey it's me!)
A half-brother and sister who never me
Or even to call me until they saw me on T-V
Now everybody's so happy and
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 cheap-ass little with a food stamp
to the last page, flipped right fast
And what do I see? A picture of my big ass
Okay, let me give you motherfuckers some
Uh, here, double X-L, X-L
Now your magazine shouldn't have so much to sell
Ah fuck it, even buy a couple myself

I'm just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm a regular 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 they
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 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)