Luyện nghe bài hát Nail In The Coffin

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

I dont to be like this
I dont really 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 want to be for that so
Put the mic and walk away
You can still have a bit of dignity
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I never claim to be no Ray Benzino
an 83 year old Pacino
So how can he me over some balcony
without throwin' his lower back out as soon as he goes to me
dont, you'l probably fall with me
and our asses will both be
But then again you'll finally get wish
'cause you be all over the street like 50
Fuckin punk fuck you chump
gimme a one-on-one see if I dont you up
to jump the Ruff Ryders and they cut you up
And you put Jada on a track 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 appearances
and you can even get the clearances 'cause lyricists
don't respect you or take you serious
Its not that we don't you, we hate you - period
Talk about a mid-life crisis
week you was shaking Obie Trice's hand
Now hes a busta? What the fucks with
Get on a track dissin' us 50's 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 judge a man
ready to take whatever he hands
What you know 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 this is all
I would never try to her a star 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 and your stickers stickin'
them bitches up after spendin' six hours at
Just making copies of your covers of singles
to sell them out the trunk of Tracer
Spendin' your paychecks at Disc Makers
What you know about being over half your life?
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 that of a gangster, put the mic down
You should be out killin' motherfuckers now
Kill a dead, kill'em dead 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 your as fuck 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 never be
You'l never now its like to be rich, life's a bitch ain't it?
Raymond, here, let me this shit 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
Here then let me slow it for you
so you can if I say it slower:
Let it go dawg it's

[Eminem

Talkin bout I have motherfuckers callin crib
bitch you even got a fuckin crib
You ain't even got a phone
Fuckin punk, threatening to shut me down at your fuckin lil' magazine
If I come back & want me to attack you, you attacked me first
take it like a man and the fuck up
and fuck your little 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
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 dont know, dont get it twisted yo... The has a
owner!