Luyện nghe bài hát Marshell Mathers

You know I just get it
Last I was nobody
year I'm sellin records
Now everybody wants to come around like I owe em
Heh, the you want from me, ten million dollars?
Get the out of here

You see I'm, just Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm just a guy,
I know 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 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 a dead rottweiler 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 leanin out a window, with a cocked
Drivin up the block in the car that shot 'Pac in
Lookin for killers, dressed in ridiculous
and red like I don't see what the big deal is
Double twelve gauge bigger than Chris Wallace
Pissed off, cause Biggie and just missed all this
Watchin all these imitations get rich off 'em
and get dollars that been there's like they switched wallets
And amidst all this Crist' poppin and
I had to sit and just watch and just get nauseous
and walk around with an empty of Remi Martin
startin shit like some 26-year-old skinny ("God damnit!")
I'm and Ricky Martin
with to kill N'Sync, don't get me started
These fuckin brats can't sing and garbage
What's this bitch retarded? Gimme back my sixteen
All I see is sissies in smiling
Whatever happened to whylin out and violent?
Whatever happened to a good-ol' fashioned
passionate and gettin your shoes coat and your hat tooken?
New Kids on the Block, sucked a lot of
Boy/girl groups me sick
And I can't wait I catch all you faggots in public
love it.. (hahaha)
Vanilla Ice like me (uh-uh)
some shit in Vibe to spite me (yup)
Then went and dyed his hair like me (hehe)
A bunch of little wanna swear just like me
and run around screamin, "I care, just bite me" (nah nah)
I think I was put here to the world
and destroy your little 4-year-old boy or
Plus I was put to put fear in faggots who spray Faygo Root Beer
and themselves "Clowns" cause they look queer
Faggot2Dope and 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 they snuck out
after they ducked out the back they saw us and bugged out
(AHHH!) down and got paintballs shot at they truck, blaow!
Look at y'all runnin your again
when you ain't seen a fuckin Road, South of 10
And I don't need help, from D-12, to beat up two
in make-up, who may try to scratch me with Lee
"Slim Anus," you right, Slim Anus
I don't get fucked in mine like you two little faggots!

Chorus Two:

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

Is it because you me that y'all expect so much of me?
You little groupie bitch, get off me, go Puffy
Now because of this mop that's on top
and this fucked up head I've got, I've gone pop?
The just spunned around and did a 360
Now these kids diss me and act like some big
"Oh, he did some shit with Missy,
so now he he's too big to do some shit with MC Get-Bizzy"
My fuckin bitch mom's for ten million
She want a dollar for every pill I've been stealin
Shit, where the fuck you think I up the habit?
All I had to do was go in her room and lift up her
is it bitch, Mrs. Briggs or Ms. Mathers?
It doesn't matter you {*several seconds of 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 million I make, another relative sues
Family and fussin over who wants to invite me to supper
All the sudden, I got 90 some cousins (Hey me!)
A half-brother and sister who never me
or even bothered to call me they saw me on TV
Now everybody's so and proud
I'm finally allowed to foot in my girlfriend's house
Hey-hey! And to top it off, I walked to the newsstand
to buy this cheap-ass little with a food stamp
Skipped to the last page, flipped right
and what do I see? A of my big white ass
Okay, let me give you motherfuckers help:
uhh, here - XL, DOUBLE XL
Now your magazine shouldn't have so trouble to sell
Ahh it, I'll even buy a couple myself

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