Luyện nghe bài hát Nail In The Coffin

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

I dont to be like this
I dont really want to hurt no
But Im only being real when I say nobody wants to hear grandfather rap (nope)
And old men have attacks
and I dont want to be responsible for so
Put the mic and walk away
You can still have a bit of dignity
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I would claim to be no Ray Benzino
an 83 year old Pacino
So how can he hold me some balcony
without throwin' his back out as soon as he goes to lift me
Please dont, probably fall with me
and our asses will both be
But then you'll finally get your wish
'cause you be all over the like 50 Cent
Fuckin punk pussy fuck you
a one-on-one see if I dont fuck you up
Tryin to jump the Ryders and they cut you up
And you put Jada on a track how much you suck
dick in the industry, swear that you in the hustlin'
You sit behind a fuckin' at The Source butt-kissin'
and beggin motherfuckers for guest
and you can even get the 'cause real lyricists
don't even respect you or take you
Its not that we don't you, we hate you - period
Talk about a crisis damn
last week you was shaking Obie Trice's
Now hes a What the fucks with that?
Get on a track dissin' us 50's ass
and me what I know about inditements-bite me
I got two cases, and probation - fight me!
What do I know about standing in front of a like a man
to take whatever sentence he hands
What you know about your wife her wrists
right in front of the only that you have in this world - a little girl?
And I put on her, when this is all over
I would never try to make her a and eat off her
I don't shit about no shoppin' rocks
But what you know about shops rockin' spots?
your the only white boy in that bitch just rippin
pressin' up your own and your stickers stickin'
bitches up after spendin' six hours at Kinkos
Just making of your covers of cassette singles
to them out the trunk of your Tracer
Spendin' your whole paychecks at Makers
What you know about being bullied over your life?
Oh right, you **should** know what that's like, your half white
Vanilla Ice, spill the beans and rice, I'm you alive inside
Jesus Christ, if that much of a gangster, put the mic down
You be out killin' motherfuckers right now
Kill a motherfucker dead, dead bitch
Shoot'em in the fuckin' head, go bitch
my mom, slap the fuck out of her!
She cant sue you, she wouldn't get a out of you
'cause your broke as fuck you suck you're a fuckin'
If you was really sellin' coke, well then what the
you for dummy? If you slew some crack
you'd make a lot more than you do from rap
You'll never had no security, you'll never be
You'l never now what its to be rich, life's a bitch ain't it?
Raymond, here, let me break this shit in lamens
terms for you just to make sure you can understand this
and Canibus ain't usin' too many fuckin' words for you
then 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
bitch you aint even got a fuckin
You even got a fuckin phone
Fuckin punk, threatening to shut me down at your fuckin source magazine
If I come back & want me to attack you, bitch you me first
it like a man and shut the fuck up
and fuck little magazine too
I dont need your little magazine, I got XXL's number anywayz
And yall cant stand it 'cause 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 scared up in here motherfucker, our motherfuckin dicks
Oh, and for those dont know, dont get it twisted yo... The Source has a
owner!