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 the double G *coughing in background*
And check out the man he goes by the of er...

Verse One:

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

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

Verse Two:

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

Verse Three:

Somebody let me out limousine (hey, let me out!)
I'm a caged demon, on stage screamin like Against the Machine
I'm convinced I'm a fiend, up while this record is spinnin
brain dead, I don't need a second opinion
Fuck droppin the jewel, I'm the sacred treasure
I'll bite your motherfuckin style, just to make it
I take the pressure, I'm sick of bitches
Sick of bosses bitchin while I'm washin dishes
In school I said much, too busy 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, the women's swim team
take me for a joke I'm no comedian
Too many problems got me snortin coke and smokin weed again
I'm up over the curb, drivin on the median
Finally it home, but I don't got the key to get in

Outro:

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