Luyện nghe bài hát Nail In The Coffin

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

I dont to be like this
I really want to hurt no feelins
But Im only being real when I say nobody wants to hear their rap (nope)
And old men heart attacks
and I want to be responsible for that so
Put the mic down and away
You can have a little bit of dignity
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I never claim to be no Ray Benzino
an 83 year old Pacino
So how can he hold me over balcony
throwin' his lower back out as soon as he goes to lift me
Please dont, you'l fall with me
and our asses will both be
But again you'll finally get your wish
'cause you be all over the street 50 Cent
Fuckin pussy fuck you chump
gimme a one-on-one see if I dont you up
Tryin to jump the Ruff and they cut you up
And you put Jada on a thats how much you suck
dick in the industry, swear you in the streets hustlin'
You sit a fuckin' desk at The Source butt-kissin'
and beggin motherfuckers for guest
and you can even get the clearances 'cause real
don't even respect you or you serious
Its not that we don't you, we hate you - period
about a mid-life crisis damn
last week you was shaking Obie hand
Now hes a busta? What the fucks with
Get on a track dissin' us 50's ass
and me what 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 whatever he hands
What you know about your wife slicin' her
right in front of the only thing that you have in world - a little girl?
And I put that on her, when this is all
I would never try to her a star and eat off her
I don't know shit about no shoppin'
But what you know hip-hop shops rockin' spots?
When the only white boy in that bitch just rippin
pressin' up your own flyers and stickers stickin'
bitches up after spendin' six hours at Kinkos
Just making copies of covers of cassette singles
to sell them out the of your Tracer
Spendin' whole paychecks at Disc Makers
What you about being bullied over half your life?
Oh that's right, you **should** know what that's like, half white
Ice, spill the beans and rice, I'm eating you alive inside
Jesus Christ, if your much of a gangster, put the mic down
You should be out killin' 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 wouldn't get a out of you
'cause broke as fuck you suck you're a fuckin' joke
If you was really sellin' coke, well then what the
you stop for dummy? If you some crack
you'd make a lot money than you do from rap
You'll never had no security, you'll be famous
never now what its like to be rich, life's a bitch ain't it?
Raymond, here, let me break this down in lamens
terms for you just to make sure that you can this
and Canibus ain't usin' too complicated fuckin' 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 callin your
bitch you aint even got a fuckin
You ain't even got a phone
Fuckin punk, threatening to shut me down at fuckin lil' source magazine
If I come & want me to attack you, bitch you attacked me first
it like a man and shut the fuck 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 fuckin TV you was me from in

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