Luyện nghe bài hát Mommy

Intro:

Whoah!
A get your in the air, and get to clappin 'em
and like, and forth because ah
this is.. you thought it wasn't
It beez.. the representin' 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...

Verse Eminem

Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim
I'm a M80, you Lil' that Kim lady
I'm buzzin, Dozen, naughty rotten rhymer
Cursin at you worse than Marty Schottenheimer
You wacker 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, 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 quick to strip cash
Bought a ticket to your concert just to come and whip ass
Bitch, I'm comin out swingin, so it'll make your eyes spin
You gettin knocked the fuck out like Tyson
The +Proof+ is in the puddin, just ask the Holton
I'll slit motherfuckin throat worse than Ron Goldman

So when you see me on your with two glocks
_Fuck the World_ like Tupac
I just don't a fuuuuuck!!
Talkin that behind my back, dirty mackin
your boys that I'm on crack
I don't give a fuuuuuck!!
So put my back 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 gon' get stuck, stoned, and
Cause I just give a fuuuuuck!!

Verse Two:

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

Verse Three:

Somebody let me out 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 this record is spinnin
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 can't the pressure, I'm sick of bitches
Sick of naggin 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
Then I went to Jim Beam, that's when my face
Went to gym in eighth grade, raped the women's swim
Don't take me for a joke I'm no
Too mental problems got me snortin coke and smokin weed again
I'm goin up over the curb, drivin on the
Finally it home, but I don't got the key to get in

Outro:

Hey, that!
Outsidaz..
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