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 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...

Verse Eminem

Slim Shady, brain dead Jim Brady
I'm a M80, you Lil' like Kim lady
I'm buzzin, Dirty Dozen, naughty rotten
Cursin at you worse than Marty Schottenheimer
You wacker than the 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 doin acid, crack, smack, coke and smokin then
My name is Mathers, I'm an alcoholic (Hi Marshall)
I a disease and they don't know what to call it
Better hide your wallet cause I'm up quick to strip your cash
Bought a ticket to your concert just to come and your ass
Bitch, I'm comin out swingin, so it'll make your eyes spin
You knocked the fuck out like Mike Tyson
The is in the puddin, just ask the Deshaun Holton
I'll slit motherfuckin throat worse than Ron Goldman

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

Verse Two:

I'm Nicer Pete, but I'm on a Serch to crush a Miilkbone
I'm Everlast-ing, I melt Vanilla Ice silicone
I'm ill enough to just straight up you for no reason
I'm colder than snow season when it's twenty below
Flavor with no seasonin, is the sneak preview
I'll diss magazine and still won't get a weak review
I'll make your freak leave you, 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, blowin out of proportion
The looniest, zaniest, spontaneous,
thinker, compulsive drinker, addict
Half animal, man
Dumpin your dead inside of a fuckin trash can
With more holes than an

Verse Eminem

Somebody let me out limousine (hey, let me out!)
I'm a caged demon, on stage screamin like Rage the Machine
I'm convinced I'm a fiend, shootin up while this record is
Clinically brain dead, I don't a second 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 while I'm washin dishes
In school I never much, too busy havin a headrush
Doin too much rush had my face like red blush
I went to Jim Beam, that's when my face grayed
Went to gym in eighth grade, raped the swim team
Don't take me for a I'm no comedian
Too mental problems got me snortin coke and smokin weed again
I'm goin up over the curb, on the median
Finally made it home, but I got the key to get in

Outro:

Hey, that!
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