Luyện nghe bài hát Mommy

Intro:

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

One: 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 the motherfucker you bit your style from
You ain't gonna sell two copies if you press a double
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 to call it
Better your wallet cause I'm comin up quick to strip your cash
Bought a to your concert just to come and whip your ass
Bitch, I'm comin out swingin, so fast it'll make your eyes
You gettin the fuck out like Mike Tyson
The is in the puddin, just ask the Deshaun Holton
I'll slit your throat worse than Ron Goldman

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

Verse Eminem

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 it's twenty below freezin
with no seasonin, this is the sneak preview
I'll diss your magazine and still won't get a weak
I'll make your freak leave you, smell the crystals
is a lyrical combat, gentlemen hold your pistols
But I form like and blast you with my shoulder missiles
Slim Shady, was the old initials (Bye-bye!)
Extortion, snortin, supportin
Pathological liar, shit out of proportion
The looniest, zaniest, spontaneous,
Impulsive thinker, drinker, addict
Half animal, man
your dead body inside of a fuckin trash can
With holes than an Afghan

Verse Three:

let me out this 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 record is spinnin
Clinically dead, I don't need a second opinion
Fuck droppin the jewel, I'm the sacred treasure
bite your motherfuckin 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 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 me for a joke I'm no comedian
Too many mental problems got me snortin 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:

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