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 want to be like this
I dont really to hurt no feelins
But Im only being real when I say nobody wants to hear their rap (nope)
And old men have heart
and I want to be responsible for that so
Put the mic and walk 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 fake
So how can he me over some balcony
without throwin' his lower back out as as he goes to lift me
Please dont, probably fall with me
and our asses will be history
But again you'll finally get your wish
you be all over the street like 50 Cent
Fuckin punk fuck you chump
gimme a one-on-one see if I fuck you up
Tryin to jump the Ruff Ryders and cut you up
And you put Jada on a track thats how much you
dick in the industry, swear that you in the streets
You sit a fuckin' desk at The Source butt-kissin'
and beggin motherfuckers for guest
and you can get the clearances 'cause real lyricists
don't respect you or take you serious
Its not that we don't like you, we you - period
about a mid-life crisis damn
last you was shaking Obie Trice's hand
Now hes a busta? 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 judge a man
ready to take whatever he hands
What you about your wife slicin' her wrists
right in front of the only thing that you have in world - a little girl?
And I put that on her, this is all over
I would never try to her a star and eat off her
I don't know shit about no shoppin'
But what you know about hip-hop shops rockin'
When your the white boy in that bitch just rippin
pressin' up your own flyers and your stickin'
them bitches up spendin' six hours at Kinkos
Just making copies of covers of cassette singles
to them 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 that's like, your half white
Ice, spill the beans and rice, I'm eating 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, kill'em dead
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 you suck you're a fuckin' joke
If you was sellin' coke, well then what the fuck
you stop for dummy? If you slew crack
you'd make a lot more money than you do rap
You'll never had no security, you'll be famous
You'l never now what its like to be rich, life's a bitch it?
Raymond, here, let me break this shit in lamens
for you just to make sure that you can understand this
and Canibus ain't usin' too many fuckin' words for you
Here let me slow 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 even got a fuckin crib
You ain't even got a phone
Fuckin punk, threatening to shut me down at your lil' source magazine
If I back & want me to attack you, bitch you attacked me first
it like a man and shut the fuck up
and fuck little magazine too
I dont need your little fuckin magazine, I got XXL's number
And cant stand it 'cause their gettin bigger than yall
oh, and by the way, how'd I look on the
When you was watchin me from whatever fuckin TV you was me from in

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