Luyện nghe bài hát Nail In The Coffin

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

I dont to be like this
I really want to hurt no feelins
But Im only being when I say nobody wants to hear their grandfather rap (nope)
And old men have heart
and I dont want to be for that so
Put the mic and walk away
You can still have a little bit of
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I would never to be no Ray Benzino
an 83 year old fake
So how can he hold me over some
without throwin' his lower back out as as he goes to lift me
Please dont, you'l fall with me
and our asses both be history
But then again you'll finally get wish
you be all over the street like 50 Cent
Fuckin punk pussy fuck you
gimme a one-on-one see if I fuck you up
Tryin to the Ruff Ryders and they cut you up
And you put Jada on a thats how much you suck
dick in the industry, swear that you in the 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 you, we hate you - period
Talk about a mid-life damn
last week you was shaking Obie hand
Now hes a What the fucks with 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 about standing in of a judge like a man
ready to take sentence he hands
What you about your wife slicin' her wrists
right in front of the only thing that you have in this - 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 know shit no shoppin' rocks
But what you about hip-hop shops rockin' spots?
When your the only white boy in that bitch rippin
pressin' up your own flyers and stickers stickin'
bitches up after spendin' six hours at Kinkos
Just making copies of your covers of cassette
to them out the trunk of your Tracer
Spendin' your whole at Disc Makers
What you know about being bullied over your life?
Oh that's right, you **should** know what that's like, half white
Vanilla Ice, spill the beans and rice, I'm eating you inside
Jesus Christ, if your that much of a gangster, put the mic
You should be out motherfuckers right now
a motherfucker dead, kill'em dead bitch
Shoot'em in the fuckin' head, go bitch
Slap my mom, slap the out of her!
She sue you, she wouldn't get a buck out of you
'cause your broke as you suck you're a fuckin' joke
If you was really sellin' coke, well then what the
you stop for If you slew some crack
you'd make a lot more money you do from rap
You'll never had no security, never be famous
You'l now what its like 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 that you can understand
and ain't usin' too many complicated fuckin' words for you
Here then let me slow it for you
so you can if I say it slower:
Let it go dawg over

[Eminem

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

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