Luyện nghe bài hát Nail In The Coffin

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

I want to be like this
I dont really to hurt no feelins
But Im being real when I say nobody wants to hear their grandfather rap (nope)
And old men have heart
and I dont want to be responsible for 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 old fake 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 probably fall me
and our asses both be history
But then again finally get your wish
'cause you be all over the like 50 Cent
punk pussy 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 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 beggin motherfuckers for appearances
and you can even get the clearances 'cause lyricists
don't even you or take you serious
Its not that we don't you, we hate you - period
Talk a mid-life crisis damn
last week you was shaking Obie Trice's
Now hes a What the fucks with that?
Get on a dissin' us kissin' 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 front of a like a man
ready to whatever sentence he hands
What you know about wife slicin' her wrists
right in front of the only thing that you in this 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 shit about no shoppin' rocks
But what you know about hip-hop shops rockin'
When your the only white boy in bitch just rippin
pressin' up your own flyers and your stickers
them bitches up after spendin' six at Kinkos
Just making of your covers of cassette singles
to sell out the trunk of your Tracer
Spendin' your paychecks at Disc Makers
you know about being bullied over half your life?
Oh that's right, you **should** know what that's like, your white
Vanilla Ice, spill the and rice, I'm eating you alive inside
Jesus Christ, if that much of a gangster, put the mic down
You should be out killin' motherfuckers now
Kill a motherfucker dead, kill'em dead
Shoot'em in the fuckin' head, go bitch
Slap my mom, slap the out of her!
She cant sue you, she wouldn't get a out of you
'cause your broke as fuck you suck a fuckin' joke
If you was really sellin' coke, well then what the
you stop for dummy? If you slew some
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 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 you can understand this
and Canibus usin' too many 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 motherfuckers callin your crib
bitch you aint even got a fuckin
You even got a fuckin 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
take it like a man and the fuck up
and fuck your 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
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 motherfucker, suck our motherfuckin dicks
Oh, and for that dont know, dont get it twisted yo... The Source has a
owner!