Luyện nghe bài hát Marshell Mathers

You know I just get it
Last I was nobody
This year I'm sellin
Now wants to come around like I owe em somethin
Heh, 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 don't know why all the fuss me (fuss about me)
Nobody gave a fuck before,
all they did was me (did was doubt me)
Now everybody run they mouth
and try to shots at me (take shots at me)

Yo, you see me joggin, you might see me walkin
You might see me a dead rottweiler dog
it's head chopped off in the park with a spiked collar
hollerin at him cause the son of a bitch won't barkin
(grrrr, ARF ARF) Or leanin out a window, with a shotgun
up the block in the car that they shot 'Pac in
Lookin for killers, dressed in ridiculous
and red like I don't see what the big deal is
Double barrel twelve gauge bigger than Chris
Pissed off, cause Biggie and 'Pac missed all this
Watchin all these imitations get rich off 'em
and get dollars shoulda been there's like they switched wallets
And all this Crist' poppin and wristwatches
I had to sit and just watch and just get nauseous
and walk with an empty bottle of Remi Martin
startin like some 26-year-old skinny Cartman ("God damnit!")
I'm and Ricky Martin
instincts to kill N'Sync, don't get me started
These fuckin brats can't and Britney's garbage
What's this bitch retarded? back my sixteen dollars
All I see is sissies in magazines
happened to whylin out and bein violent?
Whatever happened to catchin a good-ol'
passionate ass-whoopin and gettin your shoes coat and your hat
New Kids on the Block, a lot of dick
groups make me sick
And I can't wait 'til I catch all you faggots in
I'ma it.. (hahaha)
Vanilla Ice don't me (uh-uh)
Said some shit in to spite me (yup)
Then went and dyed his hair just me (hehe)
A bunch of little kids wanna swear 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 little 4-year-old boy or girl
Plus I was put to put fear in faggots who spray Faygo Root Beer
and call themselves "Clowns" cause they look
and Silent Gay
Claimin Detroit, when y'all live miles away (fuckin punks)
And I don't wrestle, I'll you fuckin faggots the fuck out
Ask 'em about the club they was at when they out
after they out the back when they saw us and bugged out
(AHHH!) Ducked and got paintballs shot at they truck, blaow!
Look at y'all runnin mouth again
when you seen a fuckin Mile Road, South of 10
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 right, Slim Anus
I get fucked in mine like you two little flaming faggots!

Two: Eminem

Cause I'm, Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm not a guy,
I'll knock you out if you talk about me (you talk me)
and see me on the streets alone
if you assholes me (assholes doubt me)
And if you wanna run your
then come your best shot at me (your best shot at me)

Is it you love me that y'all expect so much of me?
You groupie bitch, get off me, go fuck Puffy
Now because of this blonde mop on top
and this fucked up head that got, I've gone pop?
The underground just around and did a 360
Now these kids diss me and act like some big
"Oh, he just did some with Missy,
so now he thinks he's too big to do some with MC Get-Bizzy"
My bitch mom's suin for ten million
She must want a 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 and lift up her mattress
is it bitch, Mrs. Briggs or Ms. Mathers?
It doesn't matter you {*several of silence*} faggot!
about I fabricated my past
He's just aggravated I ejaculate in his ass (Uhh!)
So tell me, the hell is a fella to do?
For every million I make, relative sues
Family fightin and fussin over who wants to me to supper
All the sudden, I got 90 cousins (Hey it's me!)
A half-brother and sister who seen me
or even to call me until they saw me on TV
Now so happy and proud
I'm allowed to step foot in my girlfriend's house
Hey-hey! And then to top it off, I to the newsstand
to buy cheap-ass little magazine with a food stamp
Skipped to the last page, flipped right
and do I see? A picture of my big white ass
Okay, let me you motherfuckers some help:
uhh, - DOUBLE XL, DOUBLE XL
Now your magazine shouldn't so much trouble to sell
Ahh fuck it, I'll even buy a couple

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