Luyện nghe bài hát Nail In The Coffin

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

I want to be like this
I dont really want to hurt no
But Im only being real when I say nobody wants to hear their rap (nope)
And old men have attacks
and I want to be responsible for that so
Put the mic and walk away
You can still a little bit of dignity
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I never claim to be no Ray Benzino
an 83 year old fake
So how can he hold me some balcony
without throwin' his lower back out as soon as he goes to me
Please dont, you'l fall with me
and our asses both be history
But then again you'll finally get your
you be all over the street 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 much you
dick in the industry, that you in the streets hustlin'
You sit behind a fuckin' desk at The Source
and beggin motherfuckers for appearances
and you can even get the clearances 'cause lyricists
don't even respect you or you serious
Its not that we don't like you, we hate you -
Talk about a mid-life crisis
last week you was shaking Trice's hand
Now hes a busta? What the fucks with
Get on a track dissin' us kissin' ass
and askin' me what I know inditements-bite me
bitch I got two cases, and probation - me!
What do I know about in front of a judge like a man
ready to take sentence he hands
What you know about your wife her wrists
right in front of the only thing that you have in world - a little girl?
And I put that on her, when this is all
I would never try to make her a and eat off her
I know shit about no shoppin' rocks
But what you know about hip-hop shops rockin'
When the only white boy in that bitch just rippin
pressin' up your own flyers and your stickin'
them bitches up after spendin' six at Kinkos
Just making copies of your covers of cassette
to sell out the trunk of your Tracer
Spendin' your whole paychecks at Disc
What you know about being bullied over half life?
Oh that's right, you **should** what that's like, your half white
Vanilla Ice, the beans and rice, I'm eating you alive inside
Jesus Christ, if your that of a gangster, put the mic down
You be out killin' motherfuckers right now
Kill a motherfucker dead, kill'em dead
in the fuckin' 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 as fuck you suck you're a fuckin' joke
If you was really sellin' coke, well then the fuck
you stop for dummy? If you slew 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 like to be rich, life's a bitch it?
Raymond, here, let me break this shit down in
terms for you to make 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
bitch you aint even got a 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, bitch you attacked me
take it like a man and the fuck up
and fuck your magazine too
I dont need your fuckin magazine, I got XXL's number anywayz
And yall cant stand it 'cause their gettin bigger than
oh, and by the way, I look on the VMAs?
you was watchin me from whatever fuckin TV you was watchin me from in

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