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 double G in background*
And check out the man he 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 rotten
Cursin at you players worse Marty Schottenheimer
You than the motherfucker you bit your style from
You ain't gonna sell two copies if you press a album
Admit it, it, while we comin out in the open
I'm doin acid, crack, smack, and smokin dope then
My name is Marshall Mathers, I'm an (Hi Marshall)
I have a disease and they don't what to call it
hide your wallet cause I'm comin 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 fuck out like Tyson
The +Proof+ is in the puddin, ask the Deshaun Holton
I'll slit motherfuckin throat worse than Ron Goldman

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

Verse 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 just up diss you for no reason
I'm colder than snow season when twenty below freezin
with no seasonin, this is the sneak preview
I'll diss magazine and still won't get a weak review
I'll make freak leave you, smell the Folgers crystals
is a lyrical combat, gentlemen hold your pistols
But I form Voltron and blast you with my shoulder missiles
Slim Shady, Eminem was the old (Bye-bye!)
Extortion, snortin, supportin
Pathological liar, shit out of proportion
The looniest, zaniest, spontaneous,
Impulsive thinker, drinker, addict
animal, half man
Dumpin your dead body inside of a trash can
With more holes than an

Verse Eminem

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

Outro:

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