Luyện nghe bài hát Mommy

Intro:

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

Verse One:

Slim Shady, dead like Jim Brady
I'm a M80, you like that Kim lady
I'm buzzin, Dirty Dozen, naughty rhymer
Cursin at you players worse than Marty
You wacker than the motherfucker you bit your style
You ain't gonna sell two copies if you press a album
Admit it, fuck it, we comin out in the open
I'm doin acid, crack, smack, coke and dope then
My name is Mathers, I'm an alcoholic (Hi Marshall)
I have a and they don't know what to call it
Better your wallet cause I'm comin up quick to strip your cash
Bought a ticket to your concert just to come and whip ass
Bitch, I'm comin out swingin, so fast it'll your eyes spin
You gettin knocked the fuck out Mike Tyson
The +Proof+ is in the puddin, just ask the Deshaun
I'll slit your motherfuckin worse than Ron Goldman

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

Verse Two:

I'm Nicer than Pete, but I'm on a to crush a Miilkbone
I'm Everlast-ing, I melt Vanilla Ice silicone
I'm ill enough to straight 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 weak
I'll your freak leave you, smell the Folgers crystals
This is a lyrical combat, hold your pistols
But I form like and blast you with my shoulder missiles
Slim Shady, Eminem was the old (Bye-bye!)
Extortion, snortin, supportin
Pathological liar, blowin shit out of
The looniest, zaniest, spontaneous,
Impulsive thinker, compulsive drinker,
animal, half man
Dumpin your dead inside of a fuckin trash can
With holes than an Afghan

Verse Three:

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

Outro:

Hey, that!
Outsidaz..
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