Luyện nghe bài hát Mommy

Intro:

Whoah!
A get hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em
and like, back and because ah
is.. what you thought it wasn't
It beez.. the brothers the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G *coughing in
And check out the man he 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, naughty rotten
Cursin at you players worse than Marty
You wacker than the you bit your style from
You ain't gonna sell two copies if you a double album
Admit it, it, while we comin out in the open
I'm doin acid, crack, smack, coke and smokin then
My name is Mathers, I'm an alcoholic (Hi Marshall)
I have a and they don't know what to call it
hide your wallet cause I'm comin up quick to strip your cash
Bought a ticket to concert just to come and whip your ass
Bitch, I'm comin out swingin, so it'll make your eyes spin
You gettin knocked the 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 block with two
Screamin _Fuck the World_ Tupac
I don't give a fuuuuuck!!
Talkin shit behind my back, dirty mackin
tellin your boys I'm on crack
I just don't a fuuuuuck!!
So put my back on the rack
Go run and tell your my shit is wack
I just don't a fuuuuuck!!
But see me on the and duck
Cause you gon' get stuck, stoned, and
Cause I don't give a fuuuuuck!!

Two: Eminem

I'm than Pete, but I'm on a Serch to crush a Miilkbone
I'm Everlast-ing, I melt Ice like silicone
I'm ill enough to just straight up diss you for no
I'm colder snow season when it's twenty below freezin
Flavor with no seasonin, is the sneak preview
I'll diss your and still won't get a weak review
make your freak leave you, smell the Folgers crystals
This is a combat, gentlemen hold your pistols
But I like Voltron 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,
thinker, compulsive drinker, addict
Half animal, man
Dumpin dead body inside of a fuckin trash can
more holes than an Afghan

Verse Three:

Somebody let me out this (hey, let me out!)
I'm a demon, on stage screamin like Rage Against the Machine
I'm I'm a fiend, shootin 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 motherfuckin style, just to make it
I can't the pressure, I'm sick of bitches
Sick of naggin bosses bitchin while I'm washin
In school I never much, too busy havin a headrush
Doin too much rush had my face like red blush
Then I to Jim Beam, that's when my face grayed
Went to gym in eighth grade, raped the swim team
take me for a joke I'm no comedian
Too many mental problems got me snortin and smokin weed again
I'm goin up the curb, drivin on the median
Finally it home, but I don't got the key to get in

Outro:

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