Luyện nghe bài hát Nail In The Coffin

This motherfucker here, just wont shut up will
about I owe you, bitch you owe me
I'm you right now
Yo lets put the in his coffin

I dont to be like this
I dont want to hurt no feelins
But Im only being real when I say nobody to hear their grandfather rap (nope)
And old men heart attacks
and I dont want to be responsible for so
Put the mic down and walk
You can still have a little bit of
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I would claim to be no Ray Benzino
an 83 old fake Pacino
So how can he hold me some balcony
without throwin' his lower back out as soon as he goes to me
Please dont, you'l probably fall me
and our asses will be history
But then again finally get your wish
'cause you be all the street like 50 Cent
Fuckin pussy fuck you chump
gimme a see if I dont fuck you up
Tryin to jump the Ruff Ryders and cut you up
And you put on a track thats how much you suck
dick in the industry, swear that you in the hustlin'
You sit behind a fuckin' desk at The butt-kissin'
and beggin for guest appearances
and you can even get the 'cause real lyricists
don't even you or take you serious
Its not we don't like you, we hate you - period
Talk about a mid-life damn
last week you was shaking Trice's hand
Now hes a busta? What the with that?
Get on a track us kissin' 50's ass
and me what I know about inditements-bite me
I got two cases, and probation - fight me!
What do I know about standing in front of a judge a man
to take whatever sentence he hands
What you know your wife slicin' her wrists
right in front of the only that you have in this world - a little girl?
And I put on her, when this is all over
I would try to make her a star and eat off her
I don't know about no shoppin' rocks
But what you know about hip-hop shops spots?
When your the only white boy in that just rippin
up your own flyers and your stickers stickin'
them up after spendin' six hours at Kinkos
Just making of your covers of cassette singles
to them out the trunk of your Tracer
Spendin' your whole paychecks at Disc
What you know about being over half your life?
Oh that's right, you **should** know what that's like, your half
Ice, spill the beans and rice, I'm eating you alive inside
Jesus Christ, if your much of a gangster, put the mic down
You be out killin' motherfuckers right now
Kill a motherfucker dead, dead bitch
Shoot'em in the fuckin' head, go ahead
Slap my mom, the fuck out of her!
She sue you, she wouldn't get a buck out of you
'cause broke as fuck you suck you're a fuckin' joke
If you was really sellin' coke, then what the fuck
you stop for If you slew some crack
make a lot more money than you do from rap
You'll never had no security, never be famous
You'l never now what its to be rich, life's a bitch ain't it?
Raymond, here, let me this shit down in lamens
terms for you just to make sure that you can this
and Canibus ain't usin' too many complicated fuckin' for you
Here let me slow it down for you
so you can understand if I say it
Let it go dawg it's

[Eminem

Talkin bout I have callin your crib
bitch you aint even got a crib
You ain't got a fuckin phone
Fuckin punk, threatening to shut me down at fuckin lil' source magazine
If I come back & want me to attack you, you attacked me first
take it a man and shut the fuck up
and your little magazine too
I dont need little fuckin magazine, I got XXL's number anywayz
And yall cant stand it 'cause gettin bigger than yall
oh, and by the way, I look on the VMAs?
you was watchin me from whatever fuckin TV you was watchin me from in

The mean of Boston, fuckin sissy
And you got us up in here motherfucker, suck our motherfuckin dicks
Oh, and for those that dont know, dont get it twisted yo... The has a
owner!