Luyện nghe bài hát Nail In The Coffin

This motherfucker here, just wont shut up will
Talk I owe you, bitch you owe me
I'm you right now
Yo lets put the nail in his

I want to be like this
I dont really to hurt no feelins
But Im only real when I say nobody wants to hear their grandfather rap (nope)
And old men heart 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 never claim to be no Ray
an 83 old fake Pacino
So how can he hold me some balcony
without throwin' his lower back out as as he goes to lift me
Please dont, you'l fall with me
and our asses will both be
But then you'll finally get your wish
'cause you be all over the street like 50
Fuckin punk pussy you chump
a one-on-one see if I dont fuck you up
Tryin to jump the Ruff and they cut you up
And you put Jada on a track thats how much you
dick in the industry, swear that you in the hustlin'
You sit behind a desk at The Source butt-kissin'
and beggin motherfuckers for guest
and you can even get the 'cause real lyricists
even respect you or take you serious
Its not that we don't you, we hate you - period
Talk a mid-life crisis damn
last you was shaking Obie Trice's hand
Now hes a busta? What the with that?
Get on a track dissin' us 50's ass
and askin' me I know about inditements-bite me
bitch I got two cases, and - fight me!
What do I know about standing in of a judge like a man
ready to take whatever sentence he
What you about your wife slicin' her wrists
right in front of the thing that you have in this world - a little girl?
And I put that on her, when this is all
I never try to make her a star and eat off her
I don't know shit about no rocks
But you know about hip-hop shops rockin' spots?
When your the only white boy in bitch just rippin
pressin' up your own flyers and stickers stickin'
them bitches up spendin' six hours at Kinkos
making copies of your covers of cassette singles
to sell them out the trunk of your
Spendin' whole paychecks at Disc Makers
What you know about being bullied half your life?
Oh right, you **should** know what that's like, your half white
Vanilla Ice, spill the and rice, I'm eating you alive inside
Jesus Christ, if your that much of a gangster, put the mic
You should be out killin' right now
Kill a dead, kill'em dead bitch
in the fuckin' 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 a fuckin' joke
If you was sellin' coke, well then what the fuck
you for dummy? If you slew some crack
you'd make a lot more than 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 shit down in
terms for you just to make 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 understand if I say it
Let it go dawg it's

[Eminem

Talkin I have motherfuckers callin your crib
bitch you aint got a fuckin crib
You even got a fuckin phone
Fuckin punk, threatening to shut me down at your fuckin lil' source
If I come back & want me to attack you, bitch you me first
take it a man and shut the fuck up
and fuck your magazine too
I dont need your fuckin magazine, I got XXL's number anywayz
And yall cant it 'cause their gettin bigger than yall
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 mean streets of Boston, sissy
And you got us up in here motherfucker, suck our motherfuckin dicks
Oh, and for that dont know, dont get it twisted yo... The Source has a
owner!