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.. you thought it wasn't
It beez.. the representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G in background*
And check out the man he goes by the of er...

Verse One:

Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim
I'm a M80, you Lil' like that Kim
I'm buzzin, Dirty Dozen, rotten rhymer
at you players worse than Marty Schottenheimer
You wacker than the motherfucker you bit your style
You ain't gonna sell two if you press a double album
Admit it, fuck it, while we out in the open
I'm acid, crack, smack, coke and smokin dope then
My is Marshall Mathers, I'm an alcoholic (Hi Marshall)
I have a disease and they don't know what to it
Better hide your wallet cause I'm comin up quick to your cash
Bought a ticket to your 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 +Proof+ is in the puddin, just ask the Deshaun
I'll slit your throat worse than Ron Goldman

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

Two: Eminem

I'm Nicer 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 up diss you for no reason
I'm colder than season when it's twenty below freezin
with no seasonin, this is the sneak preview
I'll diss your magazine and still won't get a review
I'll make your freak leave you, smell the Folgers
This is a lyrical combat, gentlemen your pistols
But I form Voltron and blast you with my shoulder missiles
Slim Shady, Eminem was the old (Bye-bye!)
Extortion, snortin, supportin
Pathological liar, blowin out of proportion
The looniest, zaniest, spontaneous,
Impulsive thinker, drinker, addict
Half animal, man
Dumpin your dead inside of a fuckin trash can
With more holes an Afghan

Verse Eminem

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

Outro:

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