Luyện nghe bài hát Marshall Mathers

You I just don't get it
Last I was nobody
year I'm sellin' records
Now everybody wants to around like I owe 'em somethin'
The you want from me, ten million dollars?
Get the fuck out of

You see I'm just Marshall (Marshall Mathers)
I'm just a guy,
I don't know why all the fuss about me (fuss 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)

Yo, you might see me joggin', you might see me
You see me walkin' a dead rottweiler dog
With it's head chopped off in the park with a collar
Hollerin' at him cause the son of a bitch won't barkin'
Or leanin' out a window, with a cocked
Drivin' up the block in the car that they shot in
Lookin' for Big's killers, dressin'
Blue and red like I see what the big deal is
Double twelve gauge thinkin' of Chris Wallace
Pissed off, cause Biggie and 'Pac missed all this
Watchin' all these cheap imitations get off 'em
And get dollars that should of been there's they switched wallets
And amidst all this Crist' and wristwatches
I had to sit back and just watch and just get
And walk around an empty bottle of Remi Martin
Startin' shit like some twenty-six-year-old skinny ("God damnit!")
I'm and Ricky Martin
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 sixteen
All I see is in magazines smiling
Whatever happened to out and bein' violent?
Whatever happened to catchin' a good-ol'
Passionate ass-whoopin' and gettin' your coat and your hat tooken?
New Kids on the Block, a lot of dick
Boy-girl groups me sick
And I can't wait 'til I all you fagots in public
I'm a it (ha ha ha)

Vanilla Ice like me (uh-uh)
Said some shit in Vibe to me (yup)
Then and dyed his hair just like me (he he)
A bunch of little kids to swear just like me
And run around screamin', "I don't care, just me" (nah nah)
I I was put here to annoy the world
And destroy your little four-year-old boy or
I was put here 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 twenty away (fuckin' punks)
And I wrestle, I'll knock you fuckin' fagots the fuck out
Ask 'em about the club they was at they snuck out
After they ducked out the back when saw us and bugged out
(Ah!) Ducked down and got paint balls at they truck, blaow!
Look at y'all runnin' mouth again
When you ain't seen a fuckin' Road, south of ten
And I need help, from D-12, to beat up two females
In make-up, who may try to scratch me Lee Nails
"Slim Anus," you right, Slim Anus
I don't get fucked in mine like you two little fagots!

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

Is it because you love me that y'all so much of me?
You little groupie bitch, get off me, go fuck
Now because of this blond mop on top
And fucked up head that I've got, I've gone pop?
The underground spunned around and did a three sixty
Now these kids dis me and act like some big
"Oh, he did some shit with Missy,
So now he thinks 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 every pill I've been
Shit, where the fuck you think I up the habit?
All I had to do was go in her room and up her mattress
Which is it bitch, Mrs. Briggs or Ms.
It matter you fagot!
Talkin' I fabricated my past
He's aggravated I won't ejaculate in his ass (Uh!)
So me, what the hell is a fella to do?
For every million I make, another sues
Family fightin' and fussin' over who to invite me to supper
All the sudden, I got ninety-some (Hey it's me!)
A half-brother and who never seen me
Or even bothered to me until they saw me on T-V
Now everybody's so happy and
I'm finally allowed to step in my girlfriend's house
Hey-hey! And then to top it off, I to the newsstand
To buy this little magazine with a food stamp
Skipped to the last page, flipped right
And what do I see? A of my big white ass
Okay, let me give you some help
Uh, here, double X-L, X-L
Now your magazine shouldn't have so much to sell
Ah fuck it, I'll buy a couple myself

'Cause I'm just Marshall (Marshall Mathers)
I'm a regular guy,
I know 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 mouth
And take 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 ever gave a before,
All they did was doubt me (did was me)
Now want to run they mouth
And take shots at me (take at me)