Luyện nghe bài hát Nail In The Coffin

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

I dont want to be like
I really want to hurt no feelins
But Im being real when I say nobody wants to hear their grandfather rap (nope)
And old men heart attacks
and I dont want to be for that so
Put the mic and walk away
You can still a little bit of dignity
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I would claim to be no Ray Benzino
an 83 year old fake
So how can he hold me over balcony
without throwin' his lower back out as soon as he to lift me
Please dont, you'l fall with me
and our asses both be history
But then again finally get your wish
you be all over the street like 50 Cent
Fuckin punk pussy fuck you
gimme a one-on-one see if I dont you up
to jump the Ruff 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 motherfuckers for guest
and you can even get the clearances 'cause real
don't even you or take you serious
Its not that we don't like you, we hate you -
Talk about a crisis damn
last week you was shaking Obie hand
Now hes a busta? the fucks with that?
Get on a track dissin' us 50's ass
and me what I know about inditements-bite me
bitch I got two cases, and probation - me!
do I know about standing in front of a judge like a man
ready to take sentence he hands
What you know about your slicin' her wrists
right in front of the only thing that you have in this world - a little
And I put that on her, when this is all
I would try to make her a star and eat off her
I don't know about no shoppin' rocks
But you know about hip-hop shops rockin' spots?
When the only white boy in that bitch just rippin
pressin' up own flyers and your stickers stickin'
them bitches up spendin' six hours at Kinkos
Just copies of your covers of cassette singles
to sell them out the of your Tracer
Spendin' your paychecks at Disc Makers
What you know about bullied over half your life?
Oh that's right, you know what that's like, your half white
Vanilla Ice, spill the and rice, I'm eating you alive inside
Jesus Christ, if your that of a gangster, put the mic down
You should be out killin' right now
Kill a motherfucker dead, dead bitch
Shoot'em in the fuckin' head, go bitch
my mom, slap the fuck out of her!
She cant sue you, she wouldn't get a out of you
'cause your broke as fuck you suck you're a fuckin'
If you was really sellin' coke, well then the fuck
you for dummy? If you slew some crack
you'd make a lot more money than you do rap
You'll had no security, you'll never be famous
You'l never now what its to be rich, life's a bitch ain't it?
Raymond, here, let me break shit down in lamens
terms for you to make sure that you can understand this
and Canibus ain't usin' too complicated fuckin' words for you
Here then let me it down for you
so you can understand if I say it
Let it go it's over

[Eminem

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

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