Luyện nghe bài hát Mommy

Intro:

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

Verse Eminem

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

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

Two: Eminem

I'm Nicer than Pete, but I'm on a Serch to crush a
I'm Everlast-ing, I melt Vanilla Ice like
I'm ill enough to straight up diss you for no reason
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 won't get a review
I'll make freak leave you, smell the Folgers crystals
This is a lyrical combat, gentlemen hold pistols
But I form like and blast you with my shoulder missiles
Slim Shady, was the old initials (Bye-bye!)
Extortion, snortin, abortion
Pathological liar, blowin shit out of
The looniest, zaniest, spontaneous,
Impulsive thinker, drinker, addict
Half animal, man
Dumpin dead body inside of a fuckin trash can
With more holes an Afghan

Verse Eminem

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 while this is spinnin
brain dead, I don't 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 take the pressure, I'm sick of
Sick of naggin bosses while I'm washin dishes
In school I said much, too busy havin a headrush
Doin too much rush had my flushed like red blush
Then I to Jim Beam, that's when my face grayed
to gym in eighth grade, raped the women's swim team
Don't take me for a joke I'm no
Too many mental got me snortin coke and smokin weed again
I'm goin up the curb, drivin on the median
Finally it home, but I don't got the key to get in

Outro:

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