Luyện nghe bài hát Marshell Mathers

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

You see I'm, Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm a regular 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 everybody wanna run they
and try to take at me (take shots at me)

Yo, you might see me joggin, you might see me
You might see me walkin a dead dog
with it's chopped off in the park with a spiked collar
hollerin at him the son of a bitch won't quit barkin
(grrrr, ARF ARF) Or out a window, with a cocked shotgun
up the block in the car that they shot 'Pac in
Lookin for Big's killers, dressed in
blue and red like I see what the big deal is
Double barrel twelve gauge bigger than Wallace
Pissed off, cause and 'Pac just missed all this
Watchin all these cheap get rich off 'em
and get dollars that shoulda been like they switched wallets
And amidst all this poppin and wristwatches
I had to sit and just watch and just get nauseous
and walk around with an empty bottle of Martin
startin shit like 26-year-old skinny Cartman ("God damnit!")
I'm anti-Backstreet and Ricky
with instincts to N'Sync, don't get me started
These brats can't sing and Britney's garbage
What's bitch retarded? Gimme back my sixteen dollars
All I see is in magazines smiling
Whatever to whylin out and bein violent?
Whatever happened to catchin a fashioned
ass-whoopin and gettin your shoes coat and your hat tooken?
New Kids on the Block, a lot of dick
Boy/girl groups me sick
And I can't wait 'til I all you faggots in public
I'ma it.. (hahaha)
Vanilla Ice like me (uh-uh)
Said some in Vibe to spite me (yup)
Then went and his hair just like me (hehe)
A bunch of little kids swear just like me
and run screamin, "I don't care, just bite me" (nah nah)
I think I was put here to the world
and destroy your little 4-year-old boy or
I was put here to put fear in faggots who spray Faygo Root Beer
and themselves "Clowns" cause they look queer
Faggot2Dope and Gay
Claimin Detroit, y'all live twenty miles away (fuckin punks)
And I don't wrestle, I'll knock you faggots the fuck out
Ask 'em about the they was at when they snuck out
after ducked out the back when they saw us and bugged out
(AHHH!) down and got paintballs shot at they truck, blaow!
Look at y'all runnin your mouth
you ain't seen a fuckin Mile Road, South of 10
And I need help, from 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 don't get fucked in like you two little flaming faggots!

Chorus Eminem

Cause I'm, just Marshall (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 alone
if you doubt me (assholes doubt me)
And if you run your mouth
then come take your best shot at me (your shot at me)

Is it because you love me y'all expect so much of me?
You little groupie bitch, get off me, go fuck
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 360
Now these kids diss me and act some big sissies
"Oh, he just did some shit Missy,
so now he he's too big to do some shit with MC Get-Bizzy"
My fuckin bitch mom's suin for ten
She must want a dollar for every 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 {*several seconds of silence*} faggot!
about I fabricated my past
He's just aggravated I won't in his ass (Uhh!)
So tell me, what the hell is a to do?
For every I make, another relative sues
Family fightin and fussin over who to invite me to supper
All the sudden, I got 90 cousins (Hey it's me!)
A half-brother and sister who seen me
or even bothered to call me until saw me on TV
Now everybody's so and proud
I'm finally allowed to step foot in my girlfriend's
Hey-hey! And then to top it off, I to the newsstand
to buy this cheap-ass magazine with 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:
uhh, here - DOUBLE XL, XL
Now your magazine shouldn't have so much trouble to
Ahh fuck it, I'll even buy a couple

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