Luyện nghe bài hát Nail In The Coffin

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

I dont to be like this
I really want to hurt no feelins
But Im only real when 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 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 soon as he goes to me
dont, you'l probably fall with me
and our asses will be history
But then again you'll finally get your
'cause you be all the street like 50 Cent
Fuckin punk pussy 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 on a track thats how much you suck
in the industry, swear that you in the streets hustlin'
You sit behind a fuckin' at The Source butt-kissin'
and motherfuckers for guest appearances
and you can even get the clearances 'cause lyricists
even respect you or take you serious
Its not that we like you, we hate you - period
Talk about a 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 what I know inditements-bite me
bitch I got two cases, and probation - me!
What do I know about in front of a judge like a man
to take whatever sentence he hands
What you know your wife slicin' her wrists
right in front of the only thing that you have in this world - a 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 rocks
But what you know about hip-hop shops rockin'
When your the only boy in that bitch just rippin
pressin' up own flyers and your stickers stickin'
them bitches up after spendin' six at Kinkos
making copies of your covers of cassette singles
to sell them out the trunk of your
Spendin' your whole paychecks at Makers
What you know about being bullied over half your
Oh that's right, you know what that's like, your half white
Vanilla Ice, spill the and rice, I'm eating you alive inside
Jesus Christ, if your much of a gangster, put the mic down
You should be out motherfuckers right now
Kill a dead, kill'em dead bitch
Shoot'em in the fuckin' head, go bitch
Slap my mom, the fuck out of her!
She sue you, she wouldn't get a buck out of you
your broke as fuck you suck you're a fuckin' joke
If you was really coke, well then what the fuck
you stop for If you slew some crack
you'd make a lot more than you do from rap
never had no security, you'll never be famous
You'l never now 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 this
and Canibus ain't usin' too complicated fuckin' words for you
Here then let me slow it for you
so you can understand if I say it
Let it go dawg it's

[Eminem

Talkin bout I have motherfuckers callin crib
you aint even got a fuckin crib
You even got a fuckin phone
Fuckin punk, threatening to shut me down at your fuckin lil' source
If I back & want me to attack you, bitch you attacked me first
take it a man and shut the fuck up
and your little magazine too
I dont need your little fuckin magazine, I got XXL's number
And yall cant stand it 'cause their bigger than yall
oh, and by the way, how'd I look on the
you was watchin me from whatever fuckin TV you was watchin me from in

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