Luyện nghe bài hát Nail In The Coffin

This motherfucker here, just shut up will you?
about I owe you, bitch you owe me
I'm you right 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 heart
and I dont want to be responsible for so
Put the mic and walk away
You can still have a little bit of
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I would claim to be no Ray Benzino
an 83 year old fake
So how can he me over some balcony
without throwin' his lower out as soon as he goes to lift me
Please dont, you'l probably fall me
and our asses both be history
But then again you'll finally get wish
'cause you be all over the like 50 Cent
Fuckin punk pussy you chump
a one-on-one see if I dont fuck you up
Tryin to jump the Ruff Ryders and cut you up
And you put Jada on a track thats how you suck
dick in the industry, swear that you in the hustlin'
You sit a fuckin' desk at The Source butt-kissin'
and beggin motherfuckers for appearances
and you can even get the clearances 'cause lyricists
even respect you or take you serious
Its not we don't like you, we hate you - period
Talk about a mid-life damn
week you was shaking Obie Trice's hand
Now hes a busta? What the fucks with
Get on a track us kissin' 50's ass
and askin' me what I know inditements-bite me
I got two cases, and probation - fight 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 her wrists
right in front of the thing that you have in this world - a little girl?
And I put on her, when this is all over
I would never try to her a star and eat off her
I know shit about no shoppin' rocks
But you know about hip-hop shops rockin' spots?
When your the only white boy in that bitch rippin
pressin' up your own and your stickers stickin'
them bitches up spendin' six hours at Kinkos
Just making copies of your of cassette singles
to sell them out the trunk of your
Spendin' your whole paychecks at Disc
What you know about being bullied over half life?
Oh that's right, you know what that's like, your half white
Ice, spill the beans and rice, I'm eating you alive inside
Jesus Christ, if that much of a gangster, put the mic down
You be out killin' motherfuckers right now
a motherfucker dead, kill'em 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 your broke as fuck you suck a fuckin' joke
If you was really sellin' coke, well then the fuck
you for dummy? If you slew some crack
make a lot more money than you do from rap
You'll never had no security, you'll be famous
You'l never now what its like to be rich, life's a bitch it?
Raymond, here, let me break this shit down in
for you just to make sure that you can understand this
and Canibus ain't usin' too many fuckin' words for you
Here then let me slow it for you
so you can if I say it slower:
Let it go dawg it's

[Eminem

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

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