Luyện nghe bài hát Marshell Mathers

You know I don't get it
year I was nobody
This year I'm sellin
Now everybody wants to 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 a regular guy,
I don't know why all the fuss me (fuss about me)
ever gave a fuck before,
all they did was doubt me (did was me)
Now everybody run they mouth
and try to take at me (take shots at me)

Yo, you see me joggin, you might see me walkin
You see me walkin a dead rottweiler dog
with it's head chopped off in the with a spiked collar
hollerin at him cause the son of a won't quit barkin
(grrrr, ARF ARF) Or out a window, with a cocked shotgun
Drivin up the block in the car that they shot in
Lookin for Big's killers, in ridiculous
blue and red like I don't see the big deal is
Double barrel twelve gauge bigger than Wallace
Pissed off, cause and 'Pac just missed all this
all these cheap imitations get rich off 'em
and get dollars that shoulda been there's like switched wallets
And amidst all this Crist' and wristwatches
I had to sit back and just and just get nauseous
and walk around with an bottle of Remi Martin
startin shit like some 26-year-old Cartman ("God damnit!")
I'm anti-Backstreet and Martin
with instincts to N'Sync, don't get me started
These fuckin brats can't sing and garbage
What's this bitch retarded? back my sixteen dollars
All I see is sissies in smiling
happened to whylin out and bein violent?
Whatever happened to catchin a good-ol'
passionate ass-whoopin and gettin your shoes and your hat tooken?
New Kids on the Block, a lot of dick
groups make me sick
And I wait 'til I catch all you faggots in public
I'ma it.. (hahaha)
Ice don't like me (uh-uh)
Said shit in Vibe to spite me (yup)
went and dyed his hair just like me (hehe)
A bunch of little kids wanna just like me
and run around screamin, "I don't care, bite me" (nah nah)
I think I was put here to the world
and destroy your 4-year-old boy or girl
Plus I was put here to put fear in faggots who spray Root Beer
and call themselves "Clowns" cause they look
and Silent Gay
Claimin Detroit, when y'all live miles away (fuckin punks)
And I wrestle, I'll knock you fuckin faggots the fuck out
Ask 'em about the club was at when they snuck out
after they ducked out the back when they saw us and out
(AHHH!) Ducked down and got paintballs 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 help, from D-12, to beat up two females
in make-up, who may try to scratch me Lee Nails
"Slim Anus," you right, Slim Anus
I don't get fucked in like you two little flaming faggots!

Two: Eminem

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

Is it because you love me that expect so much of me?
You little groupie bitch, get off me, go Puffy
Now of this blonde mop that's on top
and this fucked up that I've got, I've gone pop?
The underground spunned 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 fuckin bitch mom's for ten million
She must a dollar 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 room and up her mattress
Which is it bitch, Mrs. Briggs or Ms.
It doesn't you {*several seconds of silence*} faggot!
Talkin about I fabricated my
He's aggravated I won't ejaculate in his ass (Uhh!)
So tell me, the hell is a fella to do?
For every I make, another relative sues
Family fightin and fussin over who wants to invite me to
All the sudden, I got 90 some cousins (Hey me!)
A half-brother and sister who seen me
or even bothered to me until they saw me on TV
Now so happy and proud
I'm finally allowed to step foot in my girlfriend's
Hey-hey! And then to top it off, I walked to the
to buy this cheap-ass magazine 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 you motherfuckers some help:
uhh, here - DOUBLE XL, XL
Now your magazine shouldn't have so much to sell
Ahh fuck it, I'll even buy a couple

One (2X)