Luyện nghe bài hát Nail In The Coffin

This motherfucker here, wont shut up will 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 really want to no feelins
But Im only being real I say nobody wants to hear their grandfather rap (nope)
And old men heart attacks
and I dont 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 would claim to be no Ray Benzino
an 83 year old fake
So how can he hold me over balcony
throwin' his lower back out as soon as he goes to lift me
Please dont, probably fall with me
and our will both be history
But again 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 fuck you up
Tryin to jump the Ruff and they 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 behind a fuckin' desk at The 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 about a mid-life crisis
last week you was Obie Trice's hand
Now hes a busta? the fucks with that?
Get on a track dissin' us kissin' ass
and askin' me what I know about me
I got two cases, and probation - fight me!
What do I know about standing in front of a like a man
to take whatever sentence he hands
What you about your wife slicin' her wrists
right in front of the thing that you have in this world - a little girl?
And I put that on her, when is all over
I never try to make 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 your the only white boy in that just rippin
up your own flyers and your stickers stickin'
them bitches up after six hours at Kinkos
Just making of your covers of cassette singles
to sell them out the trunk of your
Spendin' your whole at Disc Makers
What you know about bullied over half your life?
Oh that's right, you **should** know that's like, your half white
Vanilla Ice, spill the beans and rice, I'm you alive inside
Jesus Christ, if your that much of a gangster, put the mic
You should be out motherfuckers right now
Kill a motherfucker dead, kill'em dead
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 you suck you're a fuckin' joke
If you was really sellin' coke, then what the fuck
you stop for dummy? If you some crack
you'd make a lot more than you do from rap
You'll never had no security, you'll be famous
You'l never now what its like to be rich, life's a ain't 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 too many complicated fuckin' words for you
Here then let me it down for you
so you can if I say it slower:
Let it go dawg it's

[Eminem

Talkin bout I have motherfuckers callin your
bitch you aint even got a crib
You ain't even got a fuckin
Fuckin punk, threatening to shut me down at your fuckin source magazine
If I come back & want me to attack you, bitch you me first
take it like a man and shut the up
and fuck little magazine too
I dont need little 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 look on the
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 here motherfucker, suck our motherfuckin
Oh, and for those dont know, dont get it twisted yo... The Source has a
owner!