Luyện nghe bài hát Marshall Mathers

You I just 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 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 want 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 dead 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 shotgun
Drivin' up the block in the car they shot 'Pac in
for Big's killers, dressin' ridiculous
Blue and red I don't see what the big deal is
Double barrel gauge thinkin' of Chris Wallace
Pissed off, Biggie and 'Pac just missed all this
Watchin' all cheap imitations get rich off 'em
And get dollars should of been there's like they switched wallets
And amidst all this Crist' poppin' and
I had to sit back and just watch and just get
And walk around with an empty bottle of Remi
shit like some twenty-six-year-old skinny Cartman ("God damnit!")
I'm anti-Backstreet and Martin
With instincts to kill N'Sync, get me started
fuckin' brats can't sing and Britney's garbage
What's this bitch Gimme back my sixteen dollars
All I see is sissies in magazines
happened to whylin' out and bein' violent?
Whatever to catchin' a good-ol' fashioned
Passionate ass-whoopin' and gettin' your shoes coat and hat tooken?
New on the Block, sucked a lot of dick
Boy-girl groups make me
And I can't wait I catch all you fagots in public
I'm a it (ha ha ha)

Vanilla Ice don't me (uh-uh)
some shit in Vibe to spite me (yup)
Then went and dyed his hair just me (he he)
A bunch of kids want to swear just like me
And run screamin', "I don't care, just bite me" (nah nah)
I I was put here to annoy the world
And destroy little four-year-old boy or girl
Plus I was put to put fear in fagots who spray Faygo Root Beer
And themselves "Clowns" cause they look queer
you to Dope and Silent Gay
Claimin' Detroit, when y'all live 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 when saw us and bugged out
(Ah!) Ducked and got paint balls shot at they truck, blaow!
Look at y'all your mouth again
you ain't seen a fuckin' Mile Road, south of ten
And I need help, from D-12, to beat up two females
In make-up, who may try to me with Lee Nails
"Slim Anus," you damn right, Slim
I don't get in mine like you two little flaming fagots!

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

Is it because you love me that y'all expect so of me?
You groupie bitch, get off me, go fuck Puffy
Now because of this 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 some big sissies
"Oh, he just did shit with Missy,
So now he thinks he's too big to do shit with M-C Get-Bizzy"
My bitch mom's suin' for ten million
She must want a dollar for every pill I've been
Shit, where the fuck you I picked up the habit?
All I had to do was go in her and lift up her mattress
Which is it bitch, Mrs. Briggs or Ms.
It doesn't you fagot!
Talkin' about I fabricated my
He's just aggravated I won't in his ass (Uh!)
So tell me, the hell is a fella to do?
For every million I make, another sues
fightin' and fussin' over 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 even bothered to 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 with a food
Skipped to the page, flipped right fast
And what do I A picture of my big white ass
Okay, let me give you motherfuckers help
Uh, here, X-L, double X-L
Now your magazine have so much trouble to sell
Ah it, I'll even buy a couple myself

'Cause I'm just Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm just a 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 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 know why all the about me (fuss about me)
Nobody ever a fuck before,
All did was doubt me (did was doubt me)
Now want to run they mouth
And take at me (take shots at me)