Luyện nghe bài hát Marshall Mathers

You I just don't get it
Last year I was
This I'm sellin' records
Now everybody wants to come around I owe 'em somethin'
The you want from me, ten million dollars?
Get the out of here

You see I'm just Marshall (Marshall Mathers)
I'm just a guy,
I know why all the fuss about me (fuss about me)
Nobody ever gave a before,
All did was doubt 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 see me walkin'
You might see me a dead rottweiler dog
With it's chopped off in the park with a spiked collar
Hollerin' at him cause the son of a bitch quit barkin'
Or out a window, with a cocked shotgun
Drivin' up the block in the car they shot 'Pac in
Lookin' for killers, dressin' ridiculous
Blue and red like I don't see what the big is
Double twelve gauge thinkin' of Chris Wallace
Pissed off, Biggie and 'Pac just missed all this
all these cheap imitations get rich off 'em
And get dollars that should of there's like they switched wallets
And amidst all this poppin' and wristwatches
I had to sit back and just and just get nauseous
And walk with an empty bottle of Remi Martin
Startin' shit like 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 can't and Britney's garbage
What's this bitch retarded? Gimme back my sixteen
All I see is in magazines smiling
Whatever happened to whylin' out and bein'
Whatever happened to catchin' a good-ol'
Passionate ass-whoopin' and gettin' shoes coat and your hat tooken?
New Kids on the Block, 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 dyed his hair like me (he he)
A bunch of little kids want to swear just me
And run around screamin', "I don't care, bite me" (nah nah)
I think I was put here to the world
And destroy your little four-year-old boy or
Plus I was put here to put fear in fagots who spray Root Beer
And themselves "Clowns" cause they look 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' the fuck out
Ask 'em about the club they was at they snuck out
After ducked 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
you ain't 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 Lee Nails
"Slim Anus," you damn right, Slim
I don't get fucked in mine you two little flaming fagots!

'Cause I'm, just 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 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 expect so of me?
You little bitch, get off me, go fuck Puffy
Now because of this mop that's on top
And this fucked up head that got, I've gone pop?
The underground just around and did a three sixty
Now these dis me and act like some big sissies
"Oh, he just did some with Missy,
So now he thinks he's too big to do some shit M-C Get-Bizzy"
My fuckin' bitch mom's for ten million
She must a dollar for every pill I've been stealin'
Shit, where the fuck you think I picked up the
All I had to do was go in her room and up her mattress
Which is it bitch, Mrs. or Ms. Mathers?
It doesn't you fagot!
Talkin' about I 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 I make, another relative sues
Family fightin' and fussin' who wants to invite me to supper
All the sudden, I got cousins (Hey it's me!)
A and sister who never seen me
Or even bothered to call me until saw me on T-V
Now so happy and proud
I'm finally allowed to step foot in my girlfriend's
Hey-hey! And to top it off, I walked to the newsstand
To buy this cheap-ass magazine with a food stamp
to the last 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 shouldn't have so much to sell
Ah fuck it, I'll even buy a couple

'Cause I'm Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm a regular guy,
I don't why all the fuss about me (fuss about me)
Nobody 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)

'Cause 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 a fuck before,
All they did was me (did was doubt me)
Now everybody want to run they
And take shots at me (take at me)