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 G *coughing in background*
And out the man he goes by the name of er...

Verse Eminem

Slim Shady, brain like Jim Brady
I'm a M80, you Lil' that Kim lady
I'm buzzin, Dozen, naughty rotten rhymer
Cursin at you worse than Marty Schottenheimer
You wacker than the motherfucker you bit your from
You gonna sell two copies if you press a double album
it, fuck it, while we comin out in the open
I'm doin acid, crack, smack, coke and dope then
My name is Marshall Mathers, I'm an (Hi Marshall)
I have a disease and they don't know what to it
Better hide wallet cause I'm comin up quick to strip your cash
a ticket to your concert 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 Mike Tyson
The is in the puddin, just 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 just don't a fuuuuuck!!
Talkin that shit behind my back, dirty
tellin your boys that I'm on
I don't give a fuuuuuck!!
So put my back on the rack
Go run and tell your friends my shit is
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 Eminem

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

Verse Three:

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

Hey, that!
Outsidaz..
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