Luyện nghe bài hát Mommy

Intro:

Whoah!
A get your hands in the air, and get to 'em
and like, back and because ah
this is.. what you thought it
It beez.. the brothers representin' the Dozen
I be the F-R-O the G *coughing in background*
And out the man he goes by the name of er...

Verse Eminem

Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
I'm a M80, you Lil' like Kim lady
I'm buzzin, Dirty Dozen, naughty rhymer
Cursin at you worse than Marty Schottenheimer
You than the motherfucker you bit your style from
You ain't gonna sell two copies if you a double album
Admit it, fuck it, we comin out in the open
I'm acid, crack, smack, coke and smokin dope then
My name is Mathers, I'm an alcoholic (Hi Marshall)
I have a disease and they know what to call it
Better hide your wallet I'm comin up quick to strip your cash
Bought a ticket to your just to come and whip your ass
Bitch, I'm comin out swingin, so it'll make your eyes spin
You knocked the fuck out like Mike Tyson
The +Proof+ is in the puddin, ask the Deshaun Holton
I'll slit your motherfuckin throat worse Ron Goldman

So when you see me on your with two glocks
Screamin the World_ like Tupac
I just don't a fuuuuuck!!
that shit behind my back, dirty mackin
tellin your boys that I'm on
I just give a fuuuuuck!!
So put my back on the rack
Go run and tell friends my shit is wack
I just don't a fuuuuuck!!
But see me on the street and
you gon' get stuck, stoned, and snuffed
Cause I don't give a fuuuuuck!!

Verse Eminem

I'm Nicer than Pete, but I'm on a Serch to a Miilkbone
I'm Everlast-ing, I melt Ice like silicone
I'm ill enough to straight up diss you for no reason
I'm colder than snow season when it's twenty freezin
Flavor with no seasonin, is the sneak preview
I'll diss your magazine and still get a weak review
I'll make your freak leave you, the Folgers crystals
This is a lyrical combat, gentlemen hold your
But I form like and blast you with my shoulder missiles
Shady, Eminem was the old initials (Bye-bye!)
Extortion, snortin, supportin
Pathological liar, blowin out of proportion
The looniest, zaniest, spontaneous,
Impulsive thinker, drinker, addict
animal, half man
Dumpin your dead body of a fuckin trash can
With more than an Afghan

Verse Three:

Somebody let me out this (hey, let me out!)
I'm a caged demon, on screamin like Rage Against the Machine
I'm convinced I'm a fiend, up while this record is spinnin
Clinically brain dead, I don't need a second
Fuck droppin the jewel, I'm flippin the treasure
I'll bite your motherfuckin style, just to it fresher
I can't take the pressure, I'm of bitches
Sick of naggin bitchin while I'm washin dishes
In school I never much, too busy havin a headrush
Doin too much rush had my face like red blush
Then I went to Jim Beam, that's when my grayed
Went to gym in eighth grade, raped the women's swim
take me for a joke I'm no comedian
Too many mental problems got me snortin coke and smokin weed
I'm up over the curb, drivin on the median
made it home, but I don't got the key to get in

Outro:

Hey, that!
Outsidaz..
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