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 you right now
Yo put the nail in his coffin

I dont want to be like
I dont really to hurt no feelins
But Im only being real when I say nobody wants to hear their rap (nope)
And old men heart attacks
and I dont want to be responsible for so
Put the mic down and walk
You can still have a little bit of
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I would never claim to be no Ray
an 83 year old Pacino
So how can he me over some balcony
without throwin' his lower back out as as he goes to lift me
dont, you'l probably 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 you chump
gimme a see if I dont fuck you up
to jump the Ruff Ryders and they cut you up
And you put Jada on a track how much 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 guest
and you can even get the clearances real lyricists
don't even respect you or you serious
Its not that we like you, we hate you - period
Talk a mid-life crisis damn
last week you was shaking Trice's hand
Now hes a busta? the fucks with that?
Get on a track us kissin' 50's ass
and askin' me what I know about me
bitch I got two cases, and - fight me!
What do I know about standing in front of a like a man
ready to whatever sentence he hands
What you know about wife slicin' her wrists
right in front of the only thing that you in this world - a little girl?
And I put that on her, this is all over
I would try to make her a star and eat off her
I know shit about no shoppin' rocks
But what you know about hip-hop rockin' spots?
When your the only white boy in bitch just rippin
up your own flyers and your stickers stickin'
them bitches up after spendin' six at Kinkos
Just making of your covers of cassette singles
to sell them out the of your Tracer
Spendin' your whole paychecks at Disc
What you about being bullied over half your 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 your much of a gangster, put the mic down
You should be out killin' right now
Kill a motherfucker dead, kill'em dead
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
'cause your broke as fuck you suck you're a joke
If you was really sellin' coke, well what the fuck
you stop for dummy? If you some crack
you'd make a lot more than you do from rap
never 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 this shit down in
terms for you just to sure that you can understand this
and ain't usin' too many complicated fuckin' words for you
Here then let me it down for you
so you can understand if I say it
Let it go dawg over

[Eminem

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

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