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 nail in his

I dont want to be this
I dont really to hurt no feelins
But Im being real when I say nobody wants to hear their 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 a little bit of dignity
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I would claim to be no Ray Benzino
an 83 year old Pacino
So how can he hold me over balcony
throwin' his lower back out as soon as he goes to lift me
Please dont, probably fall with me
and our asses will be history
But then again you'll get your wish
'cause you be all over the like 50 Cent
Fuckin punk pussy fuck you
gimme a one-on-one see if I fuck you up
Tryin to jump the Ruff Ryders and cut you up
And you put Jada on a track thats how much you
dick in the industry, swear that you in the streets
You sit behind a fuckin' desk at The Source
and beggin motherfuckers for guest
and you can even get the 'cause real lyricists
don't respect you or take you serious
Its not that we don't like you, we you - period
Talk a mid-life crisis damn
last week you was shaking Obie hand
Now hes a busta? the fucks with that?
Get on a dissin' us kissin' 50's ass
and me what I know about inditements-bite me
I got two cases, and probation - fight me!
What do I know about standing in 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 - a little girl?
And I put that on her, this is all over
I would never try to her a star and eat off her
I don't shit about no shoppin' rocks
But what you know about shops rockin' spots?
When the only white boy in that bitch just rippin
pressin' up your own and your stickers stickin'
them bitches up after spendin' six hours at
Just making copies of covers of cassette singles
to them out the trunk of your Tracer
Spendin' your whole paychecks at Disc
you know about being bullied over half your life?
Oh right, you **should** know what that's like, your half 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' right now
Kill a motherfucker dead, kill'em bitch
Shoot'em in the head, go ahead bitch
Slap my mom, slap the out of her!
She cant sue you, she wouldn't get a out of you
'cause your broke as fuck you suck a fuckin' joke
If you was really sellin' coke, then what the fuck
you stop for dummy? If you slew crack
you'd make a lot more money you do from rap
never 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
then let me slow it down for you
so you can understand if I say it
Let it go dawg it's

[Eminem

Talkin bout I have motherfuckers callin crib
bitch you aint even got a crib
You ain't even got a phone
Fuckin punk, threatening to me down at your fuckin lil' source magazine
If I come & want me to attack you, bitch you attacked me first
take it a man and shut the fuck up
and your little magazine too
I dont need your little magazine, I got XXL's number anywayz
And yall cant stand it 'cause their 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 me from in

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