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 promoting you now
Yo lets put the nail in his

I dont to be like this
I really want to hurt no feelins
But Im only being real when I say wants to hear their grandfather rap (nope)
And old men have heart
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 over some
without his lower back out as soon as he goes to lift me
Please dont, you'l fall with me
and our asses will be history
But then again you'll get your wish
'cause you be all over the street 50 Cent
Fuckin punk fuck you chump
gimme a one-on-one see if I fuck you up
Tryin to jump the Ryders and they cut you up
And you put Jada on a track thats how you suck
in the industry, swear that you in the streets hustlin'
You sit behind a fuckin' desk at The Source
and beggin motherfuckers for guest
and you can even get the clearances 'cause lyricists
don't even you or take you serious
Its not we don't like you, we hate you - period
Talk about a crisis damn
last week you was shaking Trice's hand
Now hes a busta? the fucks with that?
Get on a track dissin' us kissin' ass
and askin' me what I know about me
I got two cases, and probation - fight me!
What do I know about standing in front of a judge a man
ready to take whatever sentence he
What you know about your wife her wrists
in front of the only thing that you have in this 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 don't know about no shoppin' rocks
But what you know about hip-hop shops rockin'
When your the only boy in that bitch just rippin
pressin' up your own flyers and stickers stickin'
bitches up after spendin' six hours at Kinkos
Just making copies of your covers of cassette
to sell them out the trunk of 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 beans and rice, I'm eating you alive
Jesus Christ, if your much of a gangster, put the mic down
You should be out motherfuckers right now
Kill a motherfucker dead, kill'em dead
Shoot'em in the fuckin' head, go ahead
my mom, slap the fuck out of her!
She cant sue you, she wouldn't get a out of you
your broke as fuck you suck you're a fuckin' joke
If you was really sellin' coke, well then what the
you stop for dummy? If you slew crack
you'd make a lot money 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 ain't it?
Raymond, here, let me break this shit in lamens
terms for you just to sure that you can understand this
and Canibus ain't usin' too complicated fuckin' words for you
Here let me slow it down for you
so you can if I say it slower:
Let it go it's over

[Eminem

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