Luyện nghe bài hát My Band

I know dude
I think everyone's all jealous and shit I'm like the lead singer of a band dude
And I think everyone's got a problem with me dude
And they need to take it up me after the show

these chicks don't even know the name of my band
But they're all on me they wanna hold hands
'Cuz I blow they know that I'll be the man
All because I'm the singer of my band

So I get off stage right and the mic
Walk up to the hot and I'm all like
"'Sup ladies, my name's Slim
I'm the lead in D12 baby"
They're all "Oh my god it's him"
"Becky, oh my god it's Eminem"
"I to fucking god dude you fuckin' rock"
"Please Marshall, please let me suck cock"
And by now the rest of the fellas get
Especially I drop the beat and do my acapellas
All the start yellin',
All the hot babes throw their bras, and their shirt, and their panties on
So like every single night they pick a fight me
But when we fight it's kinda sibling rivalry
'Cuz they're on stage the next night with me
Dude I just think you're tryna' the light from me
Yesterday Kuniva tried to pull a on me
Cause I told him Alba's my wife to be
This rock shit, it's the life for me
And all the guys just despise me

these chicks don't even know the name of my band
But they're all on me like they wanna hands
'Cuz once I blow know that I'll be the man
All because I'm the lead of my band

You just wanna see a backwards don't you
Hey dad how come we don't rap on
these vocals and do a performance
But we in the van and he in a bus
You don't want my autograph, a liar
And no I'm Swift (oh I you was Kuniva)
What the hell is with that dressing room
'Cuz my shit is looking smaller than a
See I know how to rap, see simple
But, all I did was a Russell Simmons book
So I'm more intact, get on the map
Doin' jumping jacks get whipped on my back

and Kon Artist]
Look at Em punk ass thinkin' he the shit
I know man find himself taking on a flick
Hey, I thought we had an interview DJ Clue
([Em:] No I had an not you two)
You gonna be for soundcheck
Man, I ain't to soundcheck
But our mics are screwed up, and his always sound
You what, man I'ma say something
Hey, yo Em
(You got to say?)
Man, no
I you bout to tell him off, what's up?
Man, I'ma tell him when I feel like it, man up
And you ain't even me up when we s'posed to be crew
When I was bout to talk right you
I swear, I man

These chicks don't even know the name of my
But they're all on me like wanna hold hands
'Cuz I blow they know that I'll be the man
All because I'm the lead of my band

They say the lead singers rock, but the does not
we sold out arenas to the amusement park
I'm gonna let the know that proof is hot
I should cut his mic off when the starts
Ready to on a dumb ass fan
time I hear, "Hey dude, I love your band"
We ain't a band, we don't play instruments
So why he get 90 and we only get 10
And these guys, can find every area code
([Em:] Proof my bag)
Bitch your own
Can't make it to the stage, in my way
(Who the fuck are Where's Obie and Dre?)

Goddammit, I'm of this group
Time for me to go solo and make some
I told you I the beats and wrote all the raps
'Till Kon Artist slipped me crack
Lose Yourself video, I was in the
video, I was in the back
Fuck the media, I got some
Fuck Marshall, ask us the
Like D12, how we get started
(But about Eminem?)
Bitch, are you
Anyway I'm the popularest guy in the
Big ass stomach, bitches think I'm (hey sexy)
50 me to do situps to get buff
I did two and a half, and I couldn't get up
Fuck D12, I'm outta this
I'm gonna start a group the real Roxanne

Girl, why can't you see the only one for me
And it tears my ass apart to know that you don't know my name

- Bizarre]
These don't even know the name of my band (Ha ha)
But they're all on me like they hold hands (Fuck Marshall)
once I blow I know that I'll be the man
All because I'm the singer of my band
My


me

The hottest boy in the world
D12!
[Eminem as a salsa
I'm the lead singer of my
I get all the girls to take off their
And the singer of my band
My makes all the pretty girl's wan' to dance my salsa
Look out for my next single, called My Salsa
My salsa, salsa, salsa, salsa, my
My salsa all the pretty girls wan' to dance
And take off underpants
My salsa all the pretty girls wan' to dance
And off their underpants, my salsa
Where'd go?