Luyện nghe bài hát Marshall Mathers

You I just don't get it
Last year I was
year I'm sellin' records
Now everybody to come 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 about me (fuss about me)
ever gave a fuck before,
All did was doubt 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 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 won't quit barkin'
Or out a window, with a cocked shotgun
Drivin' up the block in the car that shot 'Pac in
for Big's killers, dressin' ridiculous
Blue and red like I see what the big deal is
Double barrel gauge thinkin' of Chris Wallace
Pissed off, cause Biggie and 'Pac just missed all
Watchin' all these imitations get rich off 'em
And get that should of been there's like they switched wallets
And amidst all this Crist' and wristwatches
I had to sit back and just watch and just get
And walk around with an bottle of Remi Martin
Startin' shit like some skinny Cartman ("God damnit!")
I'm and Ricky Martin
With instincts to 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 sissies in smiling
Whatever happened to whylin' out and bein'
happened to catchin' a good-ol' fashioned
Passionate ass-whoopin' and gettin' your shoes coat and hat tooken?
New Kids on the Block, a lot of dick
Boy-girl groups me sick
And I can't wait I catch all you fagots in public
I'm a it (ha ha ha)

Vanilla Ice 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 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 your little four-year-old boy or girl
Plus I was put here to put fear in fagots who spray Faygo Beer
And call "Clowns" cause they look queer
Fagot you to Dope and Gay
Claimin' Detroit, when y'all live miles away (fuckin' punks)
And I don't wrestle, I'll knock you fuckin' the fuck out
Ask 'em about the club was at when 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' your again
When you ain't seen a fuckin' Road, south of ten
And I don't need help, from D-12, to up two females
In make-up, who may try to scratch me with Lee
"Slim Anus," you damn right, Slim
I don't get 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 me (you talk about me)
Come and see me on the streets
If you doubt me (assholes doubt me)
And if you to run your mouth
Then come take your shot at me (your best shot at me)

Is it you love me that y'all expect so much of me?
You little bitch, get off me, go fuck Puffy
Now because of this mop that's on top
And this fucked up that I've got, I've gone pop?
The underground just spunned around and did a three
Now kids dis me and act like some big sissies
"Oh, he just did some shit Missy,
So now he thinks he's too big to do 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 fuck you think I up the habit?
All I had to do was go in her room and lift up her
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 and fussin' over who wants to invite me to supper
All the sudden, I got ninety-some cousins (Hey me!)
A half-brother and sister who seen me
Or even to call me until they saw me on T-V
Now everybody's so happy and
I'm finally to step foot in my girlfriend's house
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 page, flipped right fast
And what do I see? A 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 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 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 why all the fuss about me (fuss about me)
Nobody gave a fuck before,
All they did was me (did was doubt me)
Now want to run they mouth
And take at me (take shots at me)