Luyện nghe bài hát Marshall Mathers

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

You see I'm just Marshall (Marshall Mathers)
I'm a regular guy,
I don't know why all the fuss 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 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 the son of a bitch won't quit barkin'
Or leanin' out a window, a cocked shotgun
Drivin' up the block in the car that shot 'Pac in
Lookin' for Big's killers, dressin'
Blue and red I don't see what the big deal is
Double barrel gauge thinkin' of Chris Wallace
Pissed off, cause Biggie and 'Pac missed all this
all these cheap imitations get rich off 'em
And get dollars should of been there's like they switched wallets
And amidst all Crist' poppin' and wristwatches
I had to sit back and just watch and just get
And walk around with an empty bottle of Remi
Startin' shit some twenty-six-year-old skinny Cartman ("God damnit!")
I'm anti-Backstreet and Ricky
With to kill N'Sync, don't get me started
These brats can't sing and Britney's garbage
What's this bitch retarded? back my sixteen dollars
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 shoes coat and your hat
New on the Block, sucked a lot of dick
Boy-girl groups me sick
And I wait 'til 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 want to just like me
And run screamin', "I don't care, just bite me" (nah nah)
I think I was put here to annoy the
And destroy your little four-year-old boy or
Plus I was put here to put fear in fagots who Faygo Root Beer
And call themselves "Clowns" cause they look
Fagot you to and Silent Gay
Claimin' Detroit, y'all live twenty miles away (fuckin' punks)
And I don't wrestle, I'll knock you fuckin' fagots the out
Ask 'em about the club was at when they snuck out
they ducked out the back when they saw us and bugged out
(Ah!) Ducked down and got balls shot at they truck, blaow!
Look at runnin' your mouth again
When you ain't a fuckin' Mile Road, south of ten
And I don't need help, D-12, to beat up two females
In make-up, who may try to scratch me with Lee
"Slim Anus," you damn right, Slim
I don't get fucked in mine you two little flaming fagots!

'Cause I'm, just Marshall (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 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 because you love me that expect so much of me?
You little groupie bitch, get off me, go fuck
Now because of blond mop that's on top
And this fucked up head that got, I've 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 some shit Missy,
So now he thinks he's too big to do some shit M-C Get-Bizzy"
My fuckin' bitch suin' for ten million
She must want a dollar for every 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 up her mattress
Which is it bitch, Mrs. or Ms. Mathers?
It matter you fagot!
Talkin' I fabricated my past
He's 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' who wants to invite me to supper
All the sudden, I got cousins (Hey it's me!)
A half-brother and who never seen me
Or even to call me until they saw me on T-V
Now everybody's so and proud
I'm finally allowed to step foot in my house
Hey-hey! And then to top it off, I to the newsstand
To buy this cheap-ass little magazine a food stamp
to the last 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 shouldn't have so much trouble to sell
Ah fuck it, even buy a couple myself

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