Luyện nghe bài hát Nail In The Coffin

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

I dont want to be this
I dont want to hurt no feelins
But Im only being real when I say wants to hear their grandfather rap (nope)
And old men have heart
and I dont want to be for that so
Put the mic down and walk
You can still have a bit of dignity
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I would never claim to be no Ray
an 83 year old Pacino
So how can he hold me some balcony
throwin' his lower back out as soon as he goes to lift me
Please dont, you'l probably with me
and our asses both be history
But then again you'll get your wish
'cause you be all over the street 50 Cent
punk pussy fuck you chump
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 thats how much you
in the industry, swear that you in the streets hustlin'
You sit behind a fuckin' at The Source butt-kissin'
and beggin motherfuckers for appearances
and you can even get the clearances 'cause real
don't even you or take you serious
Its not that we don't like you, we hate you -
Talk a mid-life crisis damn
last week you was Obie Trice's hand
Now hes a busta? What the fucks that?
Get on a track us kissin' 50's ass
and askin' me I know about inditements-bite me
bitch I got two cases, and probation - me!
What do I know standing in front of a judge like a man
ready to take sentence he hands
you know about your wife slicin' her wrists
right in front of the only thing that you in this world - a little girl?
And I put that on her, 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 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 spendin' six hours at
Just making copies of your of cassette singles
to sell them out the trunk of your
Spendin' your whole paychecks at Disc
What you about being bullied over 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
Christ, if your that much of a gangster, put the mic down
You be out killin' motherfuckers right now
Kill a motherfucker dead, kill'em bitch
in the fuckin' head, go ahead bitch
Slap my mom, slap the out of her!
She cant sue you, she get a buck out of you
'cause your broke as fuck you suck you're a fuckin'
If you was sellin' coke, well then what the fuck
you stop for dummy? If you some crack
you'd make a lot more money you do from rap
You'll never had no security, never 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 complicated words for you
then let me slow it down for you
so you can understand if I say it
Let it go dawg it's

[Eminem

Talkin bout I have motherfuckers your crib
bitch you aint got a fuckin crib
You ain't even got a fuckin
Fuckin punk, threatening to shut me at your fuckin lil' source magazine
If I come back & want me to attack you, bitch you attacked me
take it like a man and shut the up
and fuck your little too
I dont your little fuckin magazine, I got XXL's number anywayz
And cant stand it 'cause their gettin bigger than yall
oh, and by the way, how'd I on the VMAs?
When you was watchin me from whatever TV you was watchin me from in

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