Luyện nghe bài hát Mommy

Intro:

Whoah!
A get your in the air, and get to clappin 'em
and like, back and forth ah
this is.. you thought it wasn't
It beez.. the brothers the Dirty Dozen
I be the the double G *coughing in background*
And check out the man he by the name 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 rotten
Cursin at you players worse than Schottenheimer
You than the motherfucker you bit your style from
You ain't gonna sell two copies if you a double album
Admit it, fuck it, while we out in the open
I'm doin acid, crack, smack, coke and smokin dope
My is Marshall Mathers, I'm an alcoholic (Hi Marshall)
I have a disease and they know what to call it
Better hide your wallet cause I'm comin up quick to strip your
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 Holton
I'll slit your motherfuckin throat worse than Ron

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

Two: Eminem

I'm Nicer than Pete, but I'm on a Serch to a Miilkbone
I'm Everlast-ing, I melt Vanilla Ice silicone
I'm ill to just 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 your magazine and still won't get a weak review
make your freak leave you, smell the Folgers crystals
This is a lyrical combat, gentlemen hold your
But I form Voltron and blast you with my shoulder missiles
Slim Shady, was the old initials (Bye-bye!)
Extortion, snortin, supportin
liar, blowin shit out of proportion
The looniest, zaniest, spontaneous,
thinker, compulsive drinker, addict
Half animal, man
Dumpin your dead inside of a fuckin 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, up while this record is spinnin
Clinically brain dead, I need a second opinion
Fuck the jewel, I'm flippin the sacred treasure
I'll bite your style, just to make it fresher
I can't the pressure, I'm sick of bitches
Sick of naggin bosses while I'm washin dishes
In school I said much, too busy havin a headrush
too much 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, raped the swim team
Don't take me for a I'm no comedian
Too many mental problems got me snortin and smokin weed again
I'm goin up over the curb, drivin on the
Finally made it home, but I got the key to get in

Outro:

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