Luyện nghe bài hát Marshell Mathers

You know I just get it
Last year I was
This year I'm sellin
Now everybody wants to come around I owe em somethin
Heh, the fuck you want from me, ten million
Get the fuck out of

You see I'm, Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm a regular guy,
I don't know why all the fuss me (fuss about me)
Nobody gave a fuck before,
all did was doubt me (did was doubt me)
Now everybody run they mouth
and try to take shots at me (take at me)

Yo, you might see me joggin, you 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
(grrrr, ARF ARF) Or leanin out a window, a cocked shotgun
Drivin up the block in the car they shot 'Pac in
for Big's killers, dressed in ridiculous
blue and red like I don't see the big deal is
Double barrel twelve gauge bigger Chris Wallace
Pissed off, Biggie and 'Pac just missed all this
Watchin all these cheap get rich off 'em
and get dollars that shoulda been there's like they wallets
And all this Crist' poppin and wristwatches
I had to sit back and just and just get nauseous
and around with an empty bottle of Remi Martin
startin like some 26-year-old skinny Cartman ("God damnit!")
I'm and Ricky Martin
with instincts to kill N'Sync, get me started
These brats can't sing and Britney's garbage
What's this bitch Gimme back my sixteen dollars
All I see is in magazines smiling
Whatever to whylin out and bein violent?
Whatever happened to a good-ol' fashioned
passionate ass-whoopin and gettin shoes coat and your hat tooken?
New on the Block, sucked 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 like me (uh-uh)
Said some shit in Vibe to me (yup)
Then went and dyed his hair just me (hehe)
A bunch of little kids wanna swear just me
and run around screamin, "I don't care, bite me" (nah nah)
I I was put here to annoy the world
and destroy your 4-year-old boy or girl
Plus I was put to put fear in faggots who spray Faygo Root Beer
and call "Clowns" cause they look queer
and Silent Gay
Claimin Detroit, when live 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
they ducked 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 seen 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 scratch me Lee Nails
"Slim Anus," you damn right, Anus
I don't get fucked in mine you two little flaming faggots!

Chorus Two:

I'm, just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm not a guy,
I'll you out if you talk about me (you talk about me)
and see me on the streets alone
if you assholes doubt me (assholes me)
And if you wanna run 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 groupie bitch, get off me, go fuck Puffy
Now because of blonde mop that's on top
and this up head 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 just did some with Missy,
so now he thinks he's too big to do some shit MC Get-Bizzy"
My fuckin mom's suin for ten million
She must want a dollar for every I've been stealin
Shit, where the 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 doesn't matter you {*several of silence*} faggot!
about I fabricated my past
He's just I won't ejaculate in his ass (Uhh!)
So tell me, the hell is a fella to do?
For every million I make, another relative
Family fightin and 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 bothered to call me until they saw me on TV
Now so happy and proud
I'm finally to step foot in my girlfriend's house
Hey-hey! And then to top it off, I to the newsstand
to buy this cheap-ass little magazine with a food
Skipped to the last page, right fast
and what do I see? A picture of my big ass
Okay, let me you motherfuckers some help:
uhh, here - DOUBLE XL, XL
Now your magazine have so much trouble to sell
Ahh it, I'll even buy a couple myself

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