Luyện nghe bài hát Mommy

Intro:

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

One: Eminem

Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim
I'm a M80, you like that Kim lady
I'm buzzin, Dirty Dozen, rotten rhymer
Cursin at you players worse than Marty
You wacker than the motherfucker you bit style from
You ain't sell two copies if you press a double album
Admit it, fuck it, while we comin out in the
I'm doin acid, crack, smack, and smokin dope then
My is Marshall Mathers, I'm an alcoholic (Hi Marshall)
I have a disease and they don't what to call it
Better 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 comin out swingin, so fast make your eyes spin
You gettin the fuck out like Mike Tyson
The is in the puddin, just ask the Deshaun Holton
I'll your motherfuckin throat worse than Ron Goldman

So when you see me on your block with two
Screamin _Fuck the like Tupac
I just give a fuuuuuck!!
Talkin that shit behind my back, dirty
tellin boys that I'm on crack
I just give a fuuuuuck!!
So put my tape back on the
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 just give a fuuuuuck!!

Verse Two:

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

Verse Eminem

let me out this limousine (hey, let me out!)
I'm a caged demon, on stage like Rage Against the Machine
I'm convinced I'm a fiend, up while this record is spinnin
Clinically brain dead, I need a second opinion
droppin the jewel, I'm flippin the sacred treasure
I'll bite your style, just to make it fresher
I can't the pressure, I'm sick of bitches
Sick of naggin bosses bitchin I'm washin dishes
In school I never said much, too busy a headrush
Doin too 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, the women's swim team
Don't take me for a I'm no comedian
Too many problems got me snortin coke and smokin weed again
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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