Luyện nghe bài hát Marshell Mathers

You I just don't get it
Last I was nobody
This year I'm records
Now wants to come around like I owe em somethin
Heh, the you want from me, ten million dollars?
Get the fuck out of

You see 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 gave a before,
all they did was me (did was doubt me)
Now everybody wanna run they
and try to shots at me (take shots at me)

Yo, you see me joggin, you might see me walkin
You might see me walkin a dead dog
with it's head chopped off in the park a spiked collar
hollerin at him cause the son of a bitch quit barkin
(grrrr, ARF ARF) Or leanin out a window, with a cocked
Drivin up the 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 than Chris Wallace
Pissed off, cause and 'Pac just missed all this
Watchin all cheap imitations get rich off 'em
and get dollars shoulda been there's like they switched wallets
And amidst all this poppin and wristwatches
I had to sit back and watch and just get nauseous
and around with an empty bottle of Remi Martin
startin shit like some skinny Cartman ("God damnit!")
I'm anti-Backstreet and Ricky
with to kill N'Sync, don't get me started
These fuckin brats sing and Britney's garbage
What's this bitch retarded? Gimme back my dollars
All I see is sissies in magazines
happened to whylin out and bein violent?
Whatever to catchin a good-ol' fashioned
passionate and gettin your shoes coat and your hat tooken?
New on the Block, sucked a lot of dick
Boy/girl make me sick
And I can't 'til I catch all you faggots in public
love it.. (hahaha)
Vanilla Ice like me (uh-uh)
Said some shit in to spite me (yup)
Then went and dyed his hair like me (hehe)
A bunch of little kids swear just 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 boy or girl
Plus I was put here to put fear in faggots who Faygo Root Beer
and call themselves "Clowns" cause they look
and Silent Gay
Claimin Detroit, y'all live twenty 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 they snuck out
after they out the back when they saw us and bugged out
(AHHH!) Ducked down and got paintballs shot at truck, blaow!
Look at y'all runnin mouth again
when you ain't a fuckin Mile Road, South of 10
And I don't need help, from D-12, to beat up two
in make-up, who may try to me with Lee Nails
"Slim Anus," you right, Slim Anus
I don't get fucked in mine like you two little faggots!

Chorus Eminem

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

Is it you love me that y'all expect so much of me?
You little bitch, get off me, go fuck Puffy
Now of this blonde mop that's on top
and this fucked up that I've got, I've gone pop?
The underground just spunned and did a 360
Now these diss me and act like some big sissies
"Oh, he did some shit with Missy,
so now he thinks he's too big to do some with MC Get-Bizzy"
My fuckin bitch mom's for ten million
She must want a dollar for every I've been stealin
Shit, where the fuck you I picked up the habit?
All I had to do was go in her and lift up her mattress
Which is it bitch, Mrs. Briggs or Ms.
It doesn't matter you {*several seconds of faggot!
about I fabricated my past
He's aggravated I won't ejaculate in his ass (Uhh!)
So tell me, what the hell is a to do?
For every million I make, another relative
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 they saw me on TV
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 magazine with a food stamp
Skipped to the page, flipped right fast
and what do I see? A picture of my big ass
Okay, let me give you motherfuckers help:
uhh, - DOUBLE XL, DOUBLE XL
Now your magazine shouldn't so much trouble to sell
Ahh fuck it, I'll even buy a myself

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