Luyện nghe bài hát Marshall Mathers

You know I just get it
Last year I was
This year I'm records
Now everybody to come around like I owe 'em somethin'
The fuck you want me, ten million dollars?
Get the out of here

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 shots at me (take at me)

Yo, you see me joggin', you might see me walkin'
You see me walkin' a dead rottweiler dog
With it's head off in the park with a spiked collar
Hollerin' at him cause the son of a bitch won't barkin'
Or leanin' out a window, a cocked shotgun
Drivin' up the block in the car they shot 'Pac in
Lookin' for Big's killers, dressin'
Blue and red like I don't see what the big is
Double barrel twelve thinkin' of Chris Wallace
Pissed off, cause Biggie and 'Pac just all this
all these cheap imitations get rich off 'em
And get dollars should of been there's like they switched wallets
And all this Crist' poppin' and wristwatches
I had to sit back and watch and just get nauseous
And walk around with an bottle of Remi Martin
Startin' shit some 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 my sixteen dollars
All I see is in magazines smiling
Whatever happened to out and bein' violent?
happened 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
groups make me sick
And I can't wait 'til I all you fagots in public
I'm a it (ha ha ha)

Vanilla Ice don't me (uh-uh)
Said some shit in Vibe to me (yup)
Then went and his hair just like me (he he)
A bunch of little kids want to swear like me
And run around screamin', "I don't care, just 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 spray Faygo Beer
And call themselves "Clowns" cause look queer
you to Dope and Silent Gay
Claimin' Detroit, when y'all twenty miles 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 they ducked out the back when they saw us and out
(Ah!) Ducked down and got balls shot at they truck, blaow!
Look at y'all runnin' mouth again
When you seen 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 me with Lee Nails
"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,
knock you out if you talk about me (you talk about me)
Come and see me on the streets
If you assholes doubt me (assholes me)
And if you to run your mouth
Then take your best shot at me (your best shot at me)

Is it because you me that y'all expect so much of me?
You little bitch, get off me, go fuck Puffy
Now because of this blond mop on top
And this up head that I've got, I've gone pop?
The underground just spunned around and did a three
Now these kids dis me and act like big sissies
"Oh, he did some shit with Missy,
So now he thinks he's too big to do some with M-C Get-Bizzy"
My bitch mom's suin' for ten million
She must want a dollar for every pill been stealin'
Shit, the fuck you think I picked up the habit?
All I had to do was go in her room and lift up her
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, relative sues
fightin' 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 never me
Or even to call me until they saw me on T-V
Now everybody's so happy and
I'm allowed 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 with a food
Skipped to the page, flipped right fast
And do I see? A picture of my big white ass
Okay, let me give you motherfuckers some
Uh, here, double X-L, X-L
Now your shouldn't have so much trouble to sell
Ah fuck it, even buy a couple myself

'Cause I'm just Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm a regular guy,
I don't why all the fuss about me (fuss about me)
ever gave a fuck before,
All did was doubt me (did was doubt me)
Now everybody to run they mouth
And take shots at me (take at me)

'Cause I'm just Marshall (Marshall Mathers)
I'm a regular guy,
I don't why all the fuss about me (fuss about me)
ever gave a fuck before,
All did was doubt me (did was doubt me)
Now everybody to run they mouth
And shots at me (take shots at me)