Luyện nghe bài hát Nail In The Coffin

This motherfucker here, wont shut up will you?
about 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 really want to hurt no
But Im only being real when I say nobody wants to hear grandfather rap (nope)
And old men have attacks
and I want to be responsible for that so
Put the mic down and walk
You can still have a bit of dignity
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I would never claim to be no Ray
an 83 old fake Pacino
So how can he hold me some balcony
without throwin' his lower back out as soon as he to lift me
dont, you'l probably fall with me
and our asses will be history
But again you'll finally get your wish
'cause you be all over the street 50 Cent
Fuckin punk pussy you chump
gimme a see if I dont fuck you up
Tryin to jump the Ryders and they cut you up
And you put Jada on a track thats how much you
dick in the industry, swear that you in the hustlin'
You sit behind a fuckin' desk at The butt-kissin'
and beggin motherfuckers for guest
and you can get the clearances 'cause real lyricists
don't even respect you or take you
Its not that we don't like you, we you - period
Talk about a mid-life crisis
last week you was shaking Trice's hand
Now hes a What the fucks with that?
Get on a track us kissin' 50's ass
and askin' me what I about inditements-bite me
bitch I got two cases, and - fight me!
What do I know about standing in front of a judge a man
ready to take sentence he hands
What you know about your wife her wrists
right in of the only thing that you have in this world - a little girl?
And I put that on her, this is all over
I never try to make her a star and eat off her
I don't know shit about no rocks
But what you about hip-hop shops rockin' spots?
When your the only boy in that bitch just rippin
pressin' up own flyers and your stickers stickin'
bitches up after spendin' six hours at Kinkos
Just copies of your covers of cassette singles
to sell out the trunk of your Tracer
Spendin' your whole paychecks at Makers
What you know about being over half your life?
Oh that's right, you **should** know what that's like, your white
Vanilla Ice, spill the beans and rice, I'm you alive 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 dead
Shoot'em in the fuckin' head, go ahead
Slap my mom, the fuck out of her!
She cant sue you, she get a buck out of you
'cause your broke as fuck you suck you're a 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
You'll never had no security, you'll never be
You'l never now its like to be rich, life's a bitch ain't it?
Raymond, here, let me break shit down in lamens
terms for you just to make that you can understand this
and Canibus usin' too many complicated fuckin' words for you
Here then let me it down for you
so you can if I say it slower:
Let it go dawg over

[Eminem

Talkin I have motherfuckers callin your crib
bitch you even got a fuckin crib
You ain't even got a phone
Fuckin punk, threatening to shut me at your fuckin lil' source magazine
If I come back & want me to you, bitch you attacked me first
it like 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 it 'cause their gettin bigger than yall
oh, and by the way, how'd I look on the
When you was watchin me whatever fuckin TV you was watchin me from in

The mean streets of Boston, sissy
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!