Luyện nghe bài hát Marshall Mathers

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

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

Yo, you might see me joggin', you might see me
You might see me walkin' a rottweiler dog
With head chopped off in the park with a spiked collar
at him cause 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 they 'Pac in
Lookin' for Big's killers, dressin'
Blue and red like I don't see what the big is
Double barrel gauge thinkin' of Chris Wallace
Pissed off, Biggie and 'Pac just missed all this
Watchin' all these cheap imitations get off 'em
And get dollars that should of been there's like switched wallets
And amidst all this Crist' and wristwatches
I had to sit and just watch and just get nauseous
And walk around with an empty bottle of Remi
Startin' like some twenty-six-year-old skinny Cartman ("God damnit!")
I'm anti-Backstreet and Ricky
instincts to kill N'Sync, don't get me started
These fuckin' brats sing and Britney's garbage
What's this bitch retarded? Gimme my sixteen dollars
All I see is sissies in smiling
Whatever happened to whylin' out and violent?
Whatever to catchin' a good-ol' fashioned
Passionate ass-whoopin' and gettin' shoes coat 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)

Vanilla Ice don't me (uh-uh)
Said some in Vibe to spite me (yup)
Then and dyed his hair just like me (he he)
A bunch of little kids want to just like me
And run around screamin', "I care, just bite me" (nah nah)
I think I was put to annoy the world
And destroy your little 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 and Silent Gay
Claimin' Detroit, when y'all live twenty away (fuckin' punks)
And I don't wrestle, I'll knock you fuckin' fagots the out
Ask 'em about the they was at when they snuck out
After they out the back when they saw us and bugged out
(Ah!) Ducked down and got paint balls at they truck, blaow!
Look at y'all runnin' your mouth
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 scratch me with Lee
"Slim Anus," you right, Slim Anus
I don't get fucked in like you two little flaming fagots!

'Cause I'm, Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm not a guy,
I'll you out if you talk about me (you talk about me)
Come and see me on the alone
If you assholes me (assholes doubt me)
And if you want to run mouth
Then come 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 blond mop on top
And fucked up head that I've got, I've gone pop?
The underground just around and did a three sixty
Now these kids dis me and act like big sissies
"Oh, he just did shit with Missy,
So now he thinks too big to do some shit with M-C Get-Bizzy"
My fuckin' bitch suin' for ten million
She must a dollar for every pill I've been stealin'
Shit, the fuck 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. Briggs or Ms.
It doesn't you fagot!
Talkin' about I my past
He's just aggravated I ejaculate in his ass (Uh!)
So tell me, the hell is a fella to do?
For every million I make, another relative
fightin' and fussin' over who wants to invite me to supper
All the sudden, I got ninety-some cousins (Hey 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 then to top it off, I to the newsstand
To buy this cheap-ass little magazine a food stamp
Skipped to the page, flipped right fast
And do I see? A picture of my big white ass
Okay, let me give you some help
Uh, here, X-L, double X-L
Now your magazine shouldn't have so much trouble to
Ah fuck it, I'll buy a couple myself

'Cause 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 doubt me (did was me)
Now everybody want to run they
And take shots at me (take at me)

'Cause I'm just Marshall (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 they did was me (did was doubt me)
Now want to run they mouth
And take shots at me (take at me)