Luyện nghe bài hát Marshell Mathers

You I just don't get it
Last year I was
This I'm sellin records
Now wants 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 Marshall (Marshall Mathers)
I'm a regular guy,
I don't know why all the about me (fuss about me)
Nobody ever 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 might see me joggin, you see me walkin
You might see me walkin a rottweiler dog
with it's head off in the park with a spiked collar
at him cause the son of a bitch won't quit barkin
(grrrr, ARF ARF) Or leanin out a window, with a shotgun
Drivin up the block in the car that they shot in
Lookin for Big's killers, dressed in
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
Watchin all these imitations get rich off 'em
and get dollars that shoulda there's like they switched wallets
And amidst all this Crist' and wristwatches
I had to sit back and just and just get nauseous
and walk with an empty bottle of Remi Martin
startin shit like some 26-year-old Cartman ("God damnit!")
I'm anti-Backstreet and Martin
with to kill N'Sync, don't get me started
fuckin brats can't sing and Britney's garbage
What's this retarded? Gimme back my sixteen dollars
All I see is in magazines smiling
Whatever happened to whylin out and bein
Whatever happened to catchin a fashioned
passionate ass-whoopin and gettin shoes coat and your hat tooken?
New Kids on the Block, sucked a lot of
Boy/girl make me sick
And I wait 'til I catch all you faggots in public
I'ma it.. (hahaha)
Vanilla Ice don't me (uh-uh)
some 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, bite me" (nah nah)
I I was put here to annoy the world
and your little 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 queer
Faggot2Dope and Gay
Detroit, when y'all live twenty miles away (fuckin punks)
And I don't wrestle, I'll knock you faggots the fuck out
Ask 'em about the club they was at when snuck out
after ducked out the back when they saw us and bugged out
(AHHH!) Ducked down and got shot at they truck, blaow!
Look at y'all runnin your mouth
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 Lee Nails
"Slim Anus," you damn right, Slim
I get fucked in mine like you two little flaming faggots!

Chorus Two:

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

Is it because you me that y'all expect so much of me?
You little bitch, get off me, go fuck Puffy
Now because of blonde mop that's on top
and this fucked up head that I've got, I've gone
The underground just spunned and did a 360
Now these kids me and act like some big sissies
"Oh, he just did some shit Missy,
so now he thinks he's too big to do shit with MC Get-Bizzy"
My fuckin mom's suin for ten million
She must a dollar 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
is it bitch, Mrs. Briggs or Ms. Mathers?
It doesn't matter you seconds of silence*} faggot!
Talkin 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, relative sues
Family fightin and fussin over who wants to me to supper
All the sudden, I got 90 cousins (Hey it's me!)
A half-brother and who never seen me
or even to call me until they saw me on TV
Now everybody's so and proud
I'm finally to step 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 fast
and do I see? A picture of my big white ass
Okay, let me give you motherfuckers help:
uhh, here - XL, DOUBLE XL
Now your magazine have so much trouble to sell
Ahh it, I'll even buy a couple myself

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