Luyện nghe bài hát Mommy

Intro:

Whoah!
A get your hands in the air, and get to 'em
and like, back and forth ah
is.. what 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 by the name of er...

Verse Eminem

Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim
I'm a M80, you like that Kim lady
I'm buzzin, Dozen, naughty rotten 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, while we out in the open
I'm doin acid, crack, smack, coke and smokin then
My is Marshall Mathers, I'm an alcoholic (Hi Marshall)
I have a disease and they don't know to call it
Better hide your wallet cause I'm up quick to strip your cash
Bought a ticket to your concert just to and whip your ass
Bitch, I'm out swingin, so fast it'll make your eyes spin
You knocked the fuck out like Mike Tyson
The +Proof+ is in the puddin, just ask the Deshaun
I'll slit your motherfuckin worse than Ron Goldman

So you see me on your block with two glocks
Screamin _Fuck the like Tupac
I just don't a fuuuuuck!!
Talkin that behind my back, dirty mackin
tellin your boys I'm on crack
I just give a fuuuuuck!!
So put my tape on the rack
Go run and tell friends my shit is wack
I don't give a fuuuuuck!!
But see me on the and duck
you gon' get stuck, stoned, and snuffed
Cause I don't 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 Ice like silicone
I'm ill enough to just straight up diss you for no
I'm colder than snow season when it's below freezin
Flavor with no seasonin, is the sneak preview
I'll diss your magazine and still get a weak review
I'll make your freak leave you, the Folgers crystals
This is a lyrical combat, gentlemen hold your
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 body of a fuckin trash can
With more than an Afghan

Verse Three:

let me out this 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 while record is spinnin
Clinically dead, I don't need a second opinion
Fuck droppin the jewel, I'm the sacred treasure
I'll your motherfuckin style, just to make it fresher
I can't take the pressure, I'm sick of
Sick of naggin bosses bitchin while I'm dishes
In school I never said much, too busy a headrush
Doin too much rush had my flushed like red blush
I went to Jim Beam, that's when my face grayed
Went to gym in eighth grade, the women's 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
made it home, but I don't got the key to get in

Outro:

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