Luyện nghe bài hát Nail In The Coffin

This motherfucker here, just wont shut up will
Talk about I owe you, you owe me
I'm promoting you now
Yo put the nail in his coffin

I dont want to be this
I dont really want to no feelins
But Im only being real when I say nobody to hear their grandfather rap (nope)
And old men have attacks
and I dont 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 old fake Pacino
So how can he hold me over balcony
without throwin' his lower out as soon as he goes to lift me
Please dont, probably fall with me
and our asses will be history
But then again finally get your wish
you be all over the street like 50 Cent
Fuckin punk pussy fuck you
gimme a see if I dont fuck you up
Tryin to the Ruff Ryders and they cut you up
And you put Jada on a track how much you suck
dick in the industry, swear 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 real lyricists
don't respect you or take you serious
Its not that we don't like you, we hate you -
Talk about a mid-life crisis
last week you was shaking Obie Trice's
Now hes a busta? the fucks with that?
Get on a dissin' us kissin' 50's ass
and askin' me what I about 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 sentence he hands
What you about your wife slicin' her wrists
in front of the only thing that you have in this world - a little girl?
And I put on her, when this is all over
I never try to make her a star and eat off her
I don't know shit no shoppin' rocks
But what you know about hip-hop shops rockin'
When your the white boy in that bitch just rippin
up your own flyers and your stickers stickin'
them up after spendin' six hours at Kinkos
Just making copies of covers of cassette singles
to sell out the trunk of your Tracer
your whole paychecks at Disc Makers
What you know about being bullied over half life?
Oh that's right, you **should** know what that's like, half white
Vanilla Ice, spill the and rice, I'm eating you alive inside
Jesus Christ, if your much of a gangster, put the mic down
You be out killin' motherfuckers right now
Kill a motherfucker dead, kill'em bitch
Shoot'em in the 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 really sellin' coke, well then the fuck
you stop for If you slew some crack
you'd a lot more 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 shit down in lamens
terms for you just to make sure that you can this
and Canibus ain't usin' too many complicated fuckin' for you
then let me slow it down for you
so you can understand if I say it
Let it go it's over

[Eminem

Talkin I have motherfuckers callin your crib
bitch you aint even got a crib
You ain't got a fuckin 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 little fuckin magazine, I got XXL's number anywayz
And yall cant stand it 'cause their gettin bigger than
oh, and by the way, how'd I on the VMAs?
When you was me from whatever fuckin TV you was watchin me from in

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