Luyện nghe bài hát Nail In The Coffin

This motherfucker here, wont shut up will you?
Talk about I owe you, you owe me
I'm promoting you now
Yo put the nail in his coffin

I dont want to be this
I dont really to hurt no feelins
But Im only being real when I say nobody wants to their grandfather rap (nope)
And old men have heart
and I dont to be responsible for that so
Put the mic down and away
You can still have a little bit of
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I never claim to be no Ray Benzino
an 83 old fake Pacino
So how can he hold me some balcony
throwin' his lower back out as soon as he goes to lift me
Please dont, you'l fall with me
and our asses will both be
But then again you'll get your wish
you be all over the street like 50 Cent
Fuckin pussy fuck you chump
gimme a one-on-one see if I fuck you up
Tryin to jump the Ryders and they cut you up
And you put Jada on a thats how much you suck
dick in the industry, swear that you in the hustlin'
You sit behind a fuckin' desk at The Source
and beggin for guest appearances
and you can even get the clearances real lyricists
don't even respect you or take you
Its not we don't like you, we hate you - period
Talk a mid-life crisis damn
last week you was shaking Obie hand
Now hes a busta? What the fucks with
Get on a track dissin' us 50's ass
and askin' me I know about inditements-bite me
I got two cases, and probation - fight me!
What do I know about standing in front of a like a man
to take whatever sentence he hands
What you know your wife slicin' her wrists
right in front of the only thing that you in this world - a little girl?
And I put on her, when this is all over
I never try to make her a star and eat off her
I know shit about no shoppin' rocks
But what you about hip-hop shops rockin' spots?
When your the only white boy in that bitch rippin
pressin' up your own flyers and stickers stickin'
bitches up after spendin' six hours at Kinkos
Just making of your covers of cassette singles
to sell out the trunk of your Tracer
your whole paychecks at Disc Makers
What you know about being bullied half your life?
Oh that's right, you know what that's like, your half white
Vanilla Ice, spill the beans and rice, I'm eating you inside
Jesus Christ, if your that of a gangster, put the mic down
You should be out killin' motherfuckers now
Kill a motherfucker dead, kill'em bitch
Shoot'em in the head, go ahead bitch
Slap my mom, the fuck out of her!
She cant sue you, she wouldn't get a out of you
your broke as fuck you suck you're a fuckin' joke
If you was really sellin' coke, well then the fuck
you for dummy? If you slew some crack
you'd make a lot money than you do from rap
never had no security, you'll never be famous
You'l never now what its like to be rich, a bitch ain't it?
Raymond, here, let me break this down in lamens
for you just to make sure that you can understand this
and Canibus usin' too many complicated fuckin' words for you
Here then let me slow it for you
so you can understand if I say it
Let it go it's over

[Eminem

Talkin bout I have motherfuckers callin crib
bitch you aint even got a fuckin
You even got a fuckin phone
Fuckin punk, threatening to shut me down at your fuckin lil' source
If I come & want me to attack you, bitch you attacked me first
take it a man and shut the fuck up
and fuck your little too
I dont need little fuckin magazine, I got XXL's number anywayz
And cant stand it 'cause their gettin bigger than yall
oh, and by the way, how'd I on the VMAs?
When you was watchin me from fuckin TV you was watchin me from in

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