Luyện nghe bài hát My Band

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

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

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

Because these chicks even know the name of my band
But all on me like they wanna hold hands
once I blow they know that I'll be the man
All I'm the lead singer of my band

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

and Kon Artist]
Look at Em punk ass thinkin' he the shit
Yeah I know man find taking on a flick
Hey, I thought we had an interview DJ Clue
([Em:] No I had an not you two)
You gonna be late for
Man, I ain't goin' to
But our are screwed up, and his always sound best
You know what, man say something
Hey, yo Em
(You got to say?)
Man, no
I thought you to tell him off, what's up?
Man, tell him when I feel like it, man shut up
And you ain't even back me up when we s'posed to be
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 once I blow they know I'll be the man
All because I'm the lead of my band

They say the lead rock, but the group does not
Once we sold out arenas to the park
I'm let the world know that proof is hot
I cut his mic off when the musics starts
Ready to snap on a ass fan
Every I hear, "Hey dude, I love your band"
We ain't a band, bitch we play instruments
So why he get 90 and we get 10 percent
And these guys, they can 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 sick of this
Time for me to go solo and some loot
I you I made the beats and wrote all the raps
'Till Kon Artist me some crack
Yourself video, I was in the back
Superman video, I was in the
the media, I got some suggestions
Fuck Marshall, ask us the
who's D12, how we get started
(But what Eminem?)
Bitch, are you
Anyway I'm the guy in the group
Big ass stomach, bitches think I'm (hey sexy)
50 told me to do situps to get
I did two and a half, and then I get up
D12, I'm outta this band
I'm gonna a group with the real Roxanne

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

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


me

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