Luyện nghe bài hát Nail In The Coffin

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

I want to be like this
I dont want to hurt no feelins
But Im only real when I say nobody wants to hear their grandfather rap (nope)
And old men have attacks
and I want to be responsible for that so
Put the mic down and walk
You can still have a little bit of
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I never claim to be no Ray Benzino
an 83 year old Pacino
So how can he hold me over balcony
without throwin' his back out as soon as he goes to lift me
Please dont, you'l probably fall me
and our will both be history
But then again you'll get your wish
'cause you be all the street like 50 Cent
Fuckin pussy fuck you chump
gimme a one-on-one see if I fuck you up
Tryin to jump the Ruff and they cut you up
And you put Jada on a track thats how you suck
dick in the industry, swear that you in the streets
You sit a fuckin' desk at The Source butt-kissin'
and motherfuckers for guest appearances
and you can even get the clearances real lyricists
don't even respect you or take you
Its not that we don't like you, we you - period
Talk about a mid-life damn
last week you was shaking Trice's hand
Now hes a What the fucks with that?
Get on a track dissin' us kissin' ass
and askin' me what I know inditements-bite me
I got two cases, and probation - fight me!
What do I know standing in front of a judge like a man
ready to take whatever sentence he
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, this is all over
I never try to make her a star and eat off her
I don't know about no shoppin' rocks
But what you know about hip-hop rockin' spots?
When your the only white boy in bitch just rippin
pressin' up your own and your stickers stickin'
them bitches up after six hours at Kinkos
Just making copies of your covers of singles
to sell out the trunk of your Tracer
Spendin' your whole paychecks at Makers
What you know being bullied over half your life?
Oh that's right, you **should** know that's like, your half white
Vanilla Ice, the beans and rice, I'm eating you alive inside
Jesus Christ, if that much of a gangster, put the mic down
You should be out killin' right now
Kill a motherfucker dead, dead bitch
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 broke as fuck you suck you're a fuckin' joke
If you was really sellin' coke, well then what the
you for dummy? If you slew some crack
you'd make a lot more money you do from rap
You'll never had no security, you'll be famous
You'l never now what its like to be rich, life's a ain't it?
Raymond, here, let me break this down in lamens
terms for you just to make sure you can understand this
and Canibus ain't usin' too many fuckin' words for you
Here let me slow it down for you
so you can understand if I say it
Let it go it's over

[Eminem

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

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