Luyện nghe bài hát Mommy

Intro:

Whoah!
A get hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em
and like, back and forth ah
this is.. what you it wasn't
It beez.. the brothers 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...

One: Eminem

Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim
I'm a M80, you Lil' that Kim lady
I'm buzzin, Dirty Dozen, naughty rhymer
Cursin at you players worse than Marty
You wacker the motherfucker you bit your style from
You gonna sell two copies if you press a double album
Admit it, it, while we comin out in the open
I'm doin acid, crack, smack, and smokin dope then
My name is Mathers, I'm an alcoholic (Hi Marshall)
I have a disease and they don't know what to 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 fast it'll your eyes spin
You gettin knocked the out like Mike Tyson
The is in the puddin, just ask the Deshaun Holton
I'll slit your motherfuckin throat worse than Ron

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

Two: 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 enough to just straight up diss you for no
I'm colder than snow season when it's twenty freezin
with no seasonin, this is the sneak preview
I'll diss your magazine and still get a weak review
I'll make your freak you, smell the Folgers crystals
This is a lyrical combat, gentlemen hold your
But I form like and blast you with my shoulder missiles
Slim Shady, Eminem was the old (Bye-bye!)
Extortion, snortin, abortion
liar, blowin shit out of proportion
The looniest, zaniest, spontaneous,
Impulsive thinker, drinker, addict
Half animal, man
Dumpin your dead body inside of a trash can
With more than an Afghan

Verse Three:

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

Outro:

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