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 thought it
It beez.. the brothers representin' the Dirty
I be the the double G *coughing in background*
And check out the man he by the name of er...

Verse Eminem

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

So you see me on your block with two glocks
_Fuck the World_ like Tupac
I just don't a fuuuuuck!!
Talkin that behind my back, dirty mackin
tellin your 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 just give a fuuuuuck!!
But see me on the and duck
you gon' get stuck, stoned, and snuffed
Cause I just don't a fuuuuuck!!

Verse Eminem

I'm Nicer than Pete, but I'm on a to crush a Miilkbone
I'm Everlast-ing, I Vanilla Ice like silicone
I'm ill enough to just straight up you for no reason
I'm colder than snow season when it's twenty below
Flavor with no seasonin, this is the preview
diss your magazine and still won't get a weak review
I'll make your leave you, smell the Folgers crystals
This is a lyrical combat, gentlemen your pistols
But I form like Voltron and blast you with my shoulder
Shady, Eminem was the old initials (Bye-bye!)
Extortion, snortin, supportin
Pathological liar, blowin out of proportion
The looniest, zaniest, spontaneous,
Impulsive thinker, compulsive drinker,
Half animal, man
Dumpin your dead body inside of a trash can
With more holes an Afghan

Verse Three:

Somebody let me out this (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 this record is spinnin
Clinically brain dead, I don't need a opinion
Fuck the jewel, I'm flippin the sacred treasure
I'll bite your style, just to make it fresher
I take the pressure, I'm sick of bitches
of naggin bosses bitchin while I'm washin dishes
In school I never said much, too havin a headrush
Doin too much rush had my face flushed red blush
I went to Jim Beam, that's when my face grayed
Went to gym in eighth grade, raped the women's team
Don't take me for a I'm no comedian
Too many problems got me snortin coke and smokin weed again
I'm goin up the curb, drivin on the median
Finally made it home, but I got the key to get in

Outro:

Hey, that!
Outsidaz..
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