Luyện nghe bài hát Marshall Mathers

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

You see I'm just Marshall (Marshall Mathers)
I'm just a guy,
I know why all the fuss 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)

Yo, you might see me joggin', you might see me
You might see me a dead rottweiler dog
it's head chopped off in the park with a spiked collar
Hollerin' at him cause the son of a bitch won't quit
Or leanin' out a window, with a cocked
Drivin' up the block in the car that they 'Pac in
Lookin' for Big's killers, ridiculous
Blue and red I don't see what the big deal is
Double barrel twelve gauge thinkin' of Wallace
Pissed off, cause Biggie and 'Pac just all this
all these cheap imitations get rich off 'em
And get dollars that should of been there's like switched wallets
And amidst all this poppin' and wristwatches
I had to sit back and just watch and get nauseous
And walk with an empty bottle of Remi Martin
Startin' shit like twenty-six-year-old skinny Cartman ("God damnit!")
I'm and Ricky Martin
With instincts to kill N'Sync, get me started
These fuckin' brats can't sing and garbage
What's this bitch Gimme back my sixteen dollars
All I see is in magazines smiling
Whatever happened to whylin' out and bein'
Whatever happened to catchin' a fashioned
Passionate ass-whoopin' and gettin' your shoes and your hat tooken?
New Kids on the Block, sucked a lot of
Boy-girl groups 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 to spite me (yup)
Then went and his hair just like me (he he)
A bunch of little kids want to just like me
And run screamin', "I don't care, just bite me" (nah nah)
I think I was put here to the world
And destroy little four-year-old boy or girl
Plus I was put here to put fear in fagots who spray Root Beer
And call themselves "Clowns" cause they queer
Fagot you to Dope and 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 they was at when they snuck out
After they ducked out the back they saw us and bugged out
(Ah!) Ducked down and got paint balls at they truck, blaow!
Look at y'all runnin' your again
When you 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 Lee Nails
"Slim Anus," you damn right, Anus
I get fucked in mine like you two little flaming fagots!

I'm, just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm not a guy,
I'll knock you out if you talk about me (you about me)
Come and see me on the alone
If you doubt 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 groupie bitch, get off me, go fuck Puffy
Now because of blond mop that's on top
And this fucked up head I've got, I've gone pop?
The underground just spunned around and did a three
Now these kids dis me and act like some big
"Oh, he did some shit with Missy,
So now he he's too big to do some shit with M-C Get-Bizzy"
My fuckin' bitch mom's 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 up her mattress
Which is it bitch, Mrs. or Ms. Mathers?
It doesn't you fagot!
Talkin' I fabricated my past
just aggravated I won't ejaculate in his ass (Uh!)
So tell me, what the is a fella to do?
For every million I make, another sues
Family fightin' and fussin' over who wants to invite me to
All the sudden, I got cousins (Hey it's me!)
A and sister 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 to top it off, I walked to the newsstand
To buy this cheap-ass little magazine a food stamp
Skipped to the last page, flipped right
And do I see? A picture of my big white ass
Okay, let me give you motherfuckers help
Uh, here, X-L, double X-L
Now your magazine shouldn't so much trouble to sell
Ah fuck it, I'll even buy a couple

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

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