Luyện nghe bài hát Off The Wall

* Fart

[Eminem](Redman)
Yo
(Yo)
Look!
(Yo)

No matter people say
I'm gon' rapping this way
No matter what you may
I'm gon' keep doing my

One of the worst yo I am a fag i suck at rapin yo
Is fat, men decided to write songs
And teach to sing
I'll stick Britney Spears in a room full of
So she gets fifty of bad luck
Club and swear at Aguilera
I grab her by the hair and drag her across the Sahara
(Bitch!)
You of this rap terrorist with a therapist
With a hair up his ass like a rabbit up his pants
Got a habit of holding Tylenol in his
Till it in his fucking palms and dissolves in his glands
(So who is it?)
The fool who the playground
With two biscuits to lay down the district
Get pissed with a whip a Marseburg
With a pistol and fed pit bull shit
glue sticks like I give two shits
If I get too rich I just get

Yo I with no engine
After I blow in ya
One handstand on top of ninja
Crashin' Doc stir the
We all out of like Tony Atlas
Walking with in a laundry basket
America's most with the army us
Fuck we take what's yours
Unload like an ace and four
I'm out of work but Doc them off
(Shit! The out)
The is off
Yo who target it from
Paper make filled with arsenic
I got hoes that know what Prada is
Doc can shave up, cut your miss
?
I turn out camps in to crystal
And bitches face is what I'mma do
Cause that's white boy Tyno do

So how's everybody tonight?
Hope you in the mood to get
To screw and to
Cause uh we getting for the fuck of it
So my dick if y'all don't wanna bump to this

So how's feeling tonight?
Hope you in the mood to get
And illin' to
uh we getting down for the fuck of it
So suck my dick if you don't wanna

No matter people say
I'm gon' keep rapping way
No matter what you may
I'm gon' keep my thing

Yo when my gat spit it son admitted
Rip lips off kiss my ass with it
Slap bitches, Doc, Maths..
(Print it!)
Weed x and tabs did it
I'm happening with no rerun
Doc rob Dinero when the come
My hangs out the Camero
Aimed at the nose when hoes is hard to breathe from
Flash the gat town bow guarded
Your wallet, chain the main target
Beef is like cold engine, don't it
in the air and hit an airplane pilot
We pound you, rap sounds around you
ten speed and brown shoe
Doc and Eminem, the M&M
Blood flows with and them
It's like Funk

Mr. Punk
Got the drug inside the lunch box
Pop junk like I got jumped
Pop the trunk and pull out the shotgun
wood, it's all good
Thank God for
But with my luck, I'll probably get by a stalker
Probably got a waiting upstairs in the attic
With an automatic me up there
My man Stan with a gat in his
Staking my house out in a damn Sedan
Pull mouth out till you can't finish a damn
Ham sandwich or your canned or Spam
You sip through a straw
Shop lift through the
of me on my mom's living room wall
Hey ma maybe I'll you a call
SIKE! YOU BITCH!
Suck a dick and two
I'm giving you all my shocking
Which is to piss a priest off with
Pop more pills than police
Arrive at the scene to me off of Kim
Teeth off my dick, off my balls
But can kiss my ass, pants off and all
I'm so goddamn off the wall
I might as well be a painting on the floor

So everybody feeling tonight?
Hope you in the to get rude
And illin' to
Cause uh we getting down for the of it
So suck my if you don't wanna bump

So how's everybody doing
Hope you in the mood to get
To and to fight
Cause uh we getting down for the of it
So suck my dick if y'all wanna bump to this

No matter people say
I'm gon' rapping this way
No matter what you may
I'm keep doing my thing

No matter what say
I'm gon' doing my thing
No matter, OH!