Luyện nghe bài hát Off The Wall

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

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

One of the worst things yo I am a fag i at rapin yo
Is fat, bald men decided to write
And Mouseketeers to sing
stick Britney Spears in a room full of mirrors
So she gets years of bad luck
Club and at Christina Aguilera
When I grab her by the hair and her across the Sahara
(Bitch!)
You of this rap terrorist with a therapist
a hair up his ass like a rabbit crawled up his pants
Got a of holding Tylenol in his hands
Till it melts in his palms and dissolves in his glands
(So who is it?)
The who visits the playground
two biscuits to lay down the school district
Get pissed with a with a Marseburg
a pistol grip and fed pit bull shit
Sniff glue sticks like I give two
If I get too I just get sued

Yo I with no engine
I blow four in ya
One handstand on top of ninja
Doc stir the madness
We all out of like Tony Atlas
Walking with in a laundry basket
America's most with the after us
Fuck flossin' we take what's
fifteen like an ace and four
I'm out of but Doc laid them off
(Shit! The out)
The is off
Yo who target it from
Paper make filled with arsenic
I got that don't know what Prada is
Doc can shave up, cut barber miss
?
I turn out camps in to lakes
And fuck bitches face is what do
Cause that's what boy Tyno do

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

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

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

Yo when my gat spit it hospital son
Rip your off kiss my ass with it
Slap bitches, Doc, Maths..
(Print it!)
Weed x and tabs did it
I'm what's with no rerun
Doc rob Dinero the heat come
My barrel hangs out the
Aimed at the nose when hoes is hard to breathe from
the gat your town bow guarded
Your wallet, chain the main target
Beef is like cold engine, start it
Bust in the air and hit an airplane
We you, rap surround sounds around you
From ten speed and brown
Doc and Eminem, the M&M
Blood flows with and them
It's like Funk

Mr. Rocker
Got the drug inside the lunch box
Pop junk like I got jumped
Pop the and pull out the shotgun pump
Knock wood, all good
Thank God for
But with my luck, I'll probably get shot by a
Probably got a Fanatic waiting in the attic
With an automatic calling me up
My man Stan a gat in his hand
Staking my house out in a damn tinted
Pull your mouth out till you can't finish a
Ham sandwich or your canned or Spam
You gotta sip a straw
Shop lift the mall
Pictures of me on my living room wall
Hey ma I'll give you a call
SIKE! YOU BITCH!
a dick and two balls
I'm giving you all my script
Which is to piss a priest off this
Pop more pills than officers
at the scene to pull me off of Kim
Teeth off my dick, hands off my
But y'all can my ass, pants off and all
I'm so goddamn off the wall
I might as be a painting smashed on the floor

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

So everybody doing tonight?
you in the mood to get drunk
To and to fight
Cause uh we getting down for the of it
So suck my if y'all don't wanna bump to this

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

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