Luyện nghe bài hát Mommy

Intro:

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

Verse Eminem

Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
I'm a M80, you Lil' like that Kim
I'm buzzin, Dozen, naughty rotten rhymer
Cursin at you players than Marty Schottenheimer
You wacker the motherfucker you bit your style from
You gonna sell two copies if you press 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 Marshall Mathers, I'm an (Hi Marshall)
I have a disease and they know what to call it
hide your wallet cause I'm comin up quick to strip your cash
Bought a ticket to your concert just to come and whip ass
Bitch, I'm out swingin, so fast it'll make your eyes spin
You gettin knocked the fuck out like Tyson
The +Proof+ is in the puddin, ask the Deshaun Holton
I'll slit your motherfuckin throat worse than Ron

So when you see me on your with two glocks
Screamin _Fuck the World_ like
I don't give 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 tape on the rack
Go run and tell your friends my is wack
I don't give a fuuuuuck!!
But see me on the street and
Cause you get stuck, stoned, and snuffed
Cause I don't give a fuuuuuck!!

Verse Eminem

I'm Nicer than Pete, but I'm on a 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 snow season it's twenty below freezin
with no seasonin, this is the sneak preview
I'll diss your magazine and won't get a weak review
I'll make your freak leave you, smell the Folgers
This is a combat, gentlemen hold your pistols
But I form like and blast you with my shoulder missiles
Slim Shady, was the old initials (Bye-bye!)
Extortion, snortin, abortion
Pathological liar, blowin shit out of
The looniest, zaniest, spontaneous,
Impulsive thinker, drinker, addict
Half animal, man
your dead body inside of a fuckin trash can
With holes than an Afghan

Verse Three:

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 while this record is
Clinically brain dead, I don't need a second
Fuck droppin the jewel, I'm the sacred treasure
I'll bite your motherfuckin style, to make it fresher
I take the pressure, I'm sick of bitches
Sick of bosses bitchin while I'm washin dishes
In I never said much, too busy havin a headrush
too much rush had my face flushed like red blush
Then I went to Jim Beam, that's when my face
Went to gym in eighth grade, raped the women's team
take me for a joke I'm no comedian
Too many mental problems got me snortin coke and weed again
I'm goin up 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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