Luyện nghe bài hát Mommy

Intro:

Whoah!
A get hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em
and like, back and because ah
this is.. you thought it wasn't
It beez.. the brothers the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G in background*
And out the man he goes by the name of er...

Verse Eminem

Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim
I'm a M80, you Lil' that Kim lady
I'm buzzin, Dozen, naughty rotten rhymer
Cursin at you players than Marty Schottenheimer
You wacker than the motherfucker you bit your from
You ain't gonna sell two if you press a double album
it, fuck it, while 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 don't know what to call it
Better hide your wallet cause I'm comin up to strip your cash
Bought a to your concert just to come and whip your ass
Bitch, I'm comin out swingin, so fast make your eyes spin
You gettin knocked the fuck out like Tyson
The is in the puddin, just ask the Deshaun Holton
I'll slit your throat worse than Ron Goldman

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

Verse Eminem

I'm than Pete, but I'm on a Serch to crush a Miilkbone
I'm Everlast-ing, I melt Vanilla Ice like
I'm ill enough to straight up diss you for no reason
I'm colder than season when it's twenty below freezin
Flavor with no seasonin, this is the sneak
I'll diss your and still won't get a weak review
I'll make freak leave you, smell the Folgers crystals
is a lyrical combat, gentlemen hold your pistols
But I form Voltron and blast you with my shoulder missiles
Slim Shady, Eminem was the old (Bye-bye!)
Extortion, snortin, abortion
Pathological liar, shit out of proportion
The looniest, zaniest, spontaneous,
Impulsive thinker, drinker, addict
animal, half man
Dumpin your body inside of a fuckin trash can
With more holes than an

Verse Eminem

let me out this limousine (hey, let me out!)
I'm a caged demon, on stage screamin like Rage Against the
I'm convinced I'm a fiend, shootin up 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 take the pressure, I'm sick of bitches
Sick of naggin bitchin while I'm washin dishes
In school I never said much, too busy a headrush
Doin too much had my face flushed like red blush
Then I went to Jim Beam, that's my face grayed
Went to gym in eighth grade, the women's swim team
Don't take me for a joke I'm no
Too many mental problems got me snortin coke and smokin again
I'm goin up over the curb, drivin on the
Finally made it home, but I got the key to get in

Outro:

Hey, that!
Outsidaz..
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