Luyện nghe bài hát Nail In The Coffin

This motherfucker here, just wont shut up you?
Talk I owe you, bitch you owe me
I'm promoting you now
Yo put the nail 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 wants to hear grandfather rap (nope)
And old men have attacks
and I dont want to be for that so
Put the mic and walk away
You can still have a little bit of
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I would never to be no Ray Benzino
an 83 year old Pacino
So how can he hold me some balcony
without throwin' his lower back out as soon as he to lift me
Please dont, you'l probably fall me
and our asses both be history
But then again you'll get your wish
'cause you be all over the street 50 Cent
punk pussy fuck you chump
gimme a see if I dont fuck you up
Tryin to jump the Ruff and they cut you up
And you put Jada on a track how much you suck
dick in the industry, swear you in the streets hustlin'
You sit behind a fuckin' desk at The butt-kissin'
and motherfuckers for guest appearances
and you can even get the 'cause real lyricists
even respect you or take you serious
Its not that we don't like you, we hate you -
Talk a mid-life crisis damn
last week you was shaking Obie hand
Now hes a busta? the fucks with that?
Get on a track dissin' us kissin' ass
and askin' me I know about inditements-bite me
bitch I got two cases, and probation - me!
What do I about standing in front of a judge like a man
ready to whatever sentence he hands
What you know about your wife slicin' her
right in front of the only thing you have in this world - a little girl?
And I put that on her, when is all over
I would never try to her a star and eat off her
I don't know shit about no shoppin'
But what you know about shops rockin' spots?
When your the white boy in that bitch just rippin
pressin' up own flyers and your stickers stickin'
them bitches up after spendin' six at Kinkos
Just making copies of covers of cassette singles
to sell out the trunk of your Tracer
Spendin' your whole at Disc Makers
What you know about being bullied over your life?
Oh that's right, you **should** what that's like, your half white
Vanilla Ice, spill the beans and rice, I'm eating you inside
Jesus Christ, if your much 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 fuckin' head, go ahead
my mom, slap the fuck out of her!
She cant sue you, she get a buck out of you
'cause your as fuck you suck you're a fuckin' joke
If you was really sellin' coke, then what the fuck
you stop for dummy? If you slew crack
you'd a lot more money than you do from rap
You'll had no security, you'll never be famous
You'l now what its like to be rich, life's a bitch ain't it?
Raymond, here, let me break this down in lamens
terms for you just to sure that you can understand this
and Canibus ain't too many complicated fuckin' words for you
Here let me slow it down for you
so you can understand if I say it
Let it go dawg over

[Eminem

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

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