Luyện nghe bài hát Marshell Mathers

You know I just get it
Last year I was
This year I'm sellin
Now everybody to come 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 Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm just a guy,
I know 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 mouth
and try to take at me (take shots at me)

Yo, you might see me joggin, you might see me
You see me walkin a dead rottweiler dog
with head chopped 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 that they shot in
Lookin for Big's killers, in ridiculous
and red like I don't see what the big deal is
Double barrel gauge bigger than Chris Wallace
Pissed off, Biggie and 'Pac just missed all this
Watchin all cheap imitations 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 back and just watch and get nauseous
and walk with an empty bottle of Remi Martin
startin shit like 26-year-old skinny Cartman ("God damnit!")
I'm and Ricky Martin
with instincts to kill N'Sync, get me started
These fuckin brats sing and Britney's garbage
this bitch retarded? Gimme back my sixteen dollars
All I see is in magazines smiling
Whatever happened to whylin out and bein
happened to catchin a good-ol' fashioned
passionate ass-whoopin and gettin your coat and your hat tooken?
New Kids on the Block, a lot of dick
Boy/girl groups me sick
And I can't 'til I catch all you faggots in public
love it.. (hahaha)
Vanilla Ice like me (uh-uh)
Said shit in Vibe to spite me (yup)
Then went and dyed his hair like me (hehe)
A bunch of kids wanna 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 spray Faygo Beer
and call themselves "Clowns" cause they queer
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 when snuck out
after they ducked out the back when they saw us and out
(AHHH!) Ducked and got paintballs shot at they truck, blaow!
Look at runnin your mouth again
when you 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 scratch me with Lee
"Slim Anus," you damn right, Slim
I don't get fucked in mine like you two little faggots!

Chorus Eminem

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

Is it you love me that y'all expect so much of me?
You little groupie bitch, get off me, go Puffy
Now because of this blonde mop on top
and this fucked up head I've got, I've gone pop?
The underground spunned around and did a 360
Now these kids diss me and act like big sissies
"Oh, he just did shit with Missy,
so now he thinks too big to do some shit with MC Get-Bizzy"
My fuckin bitch mom's for ten million
She must want a for every pill 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. or Ms. Mathers?
It doesn't matter you {*several seconds of faggot!
Talkin I fabricated my past
He's just aggravated I won't in his ass (Uhh!)
So me, what the hell is a fella to do?
For every I make, another relative sues
Family and fussin over who wants to invite me to supper
All the sudden, I got 90 cousins (Hey it's me!)
A and sister who never seen me
or bothered to call me until they saw me on TV
Now everybody's so and proud
I'm finally allowed to step in my girlfriend's house
Hey-hey! And then to top it off, I walked to the
to buy this cheap-ass little magazine with a food
Skipped to the last page, flipped right
and what do I see? A picture of my big ass
Okay, let me you motherfuckers some help:
uhh, here - XL, DOUBLE XL
Now your magazine shouldn't have so much trouble to
Ahh fuck it, I'll buy a couple myself

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