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 promoting you now
Yo put the nail in his coffin

I dont want to be like
I dont really to hurt no feelins
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 down and away
You can have a little bit of dignity
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I would never to be no Ray Benzino
an 83 year old Pacino
So how can he hold me over some
without throwin' his lower back out as soon as he goes to 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 street like 50
Fuckin punk fuck you chump
gimme a one-on-one see if I dont you up
to jump the Ruff Ryders and they cut you up
And you put on a track thats how much you suck
dick in the industry, swear you in the streets hustlin'
You sit behind a fuckin' desk at The butt-kissin'
and beggin for guest appearances
and you can even get the clearances 'cause lyricists
don't even you or take you serious
Its not that we don't like you, we you - period
Talk about a mid-life damn
week you was shaking Obie Trice's hand
Now hes a busta? What the with that?
Get on a track 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 about standing in 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 that you have in this world - a little girl?
And I put that on her, when is all over
I would 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 flyers and your stickers
them bitches up after spendin' six hours at
making copies of your covers of cassette singles
to them out the trunk of your Tracer
Spendin' whole paychecks at Disc Makers
you know about being bullied over half your life?
Oh that's right, you **should** know what that's like, your 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 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 you're a joke
If you was really sellin' coke, well then what the
you stop for dummy? If you some crack
you'd a lot more money than you do from rap
You'll never had no security, never be famous
You'l never now what its like to be rich, a bitch ain't it?
Raymond, here, let me break this shit down in
terms for you to make sure that you can understand this
and Canibus ain't usin' too complicated fuckin' words for you
Here then let me it down for you
so you can if I say it slower:
Let it go it's over

[Eminem

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

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