Luyện nghe bài hát Off The Wall

* Fart

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

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

One of the things 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 of mirrors
So she fifty years of bad luck
Club and swear at Aguilera
When I grab her by the and drag her across the Sahara
(Bitch!)
You of this rap terrorist with a therapist
With a hair up his ass like a 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 fool who the playground
With two biscuits to lay down the school
Get pissed a whip with a Marseburg
With a pistol grip and fed pit bull
Sniff sticks like I give two shits
If I get too rich I just get

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

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

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

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

Yo when my gat it hospital son admitted
Rip lips off kiss my ass with it
Slap bitches, Doc, Maths..
(Print it!)
Weed x and acid did it
I'm what's happening no rerun
Doc rob Dinero the heat come
My hangs out the Camero
Aimed at the nose when them hoes is hard to breathe
Flash the gat your town bow
Your wallet, chain the main target
Beef is cold engine, don't start it
in the air and hit an airplane pilot
We pound you, rap surround around you
From ten speed and shoe
Doc and Eminem, the M&M
flows with 2Paclypse and them
It's Funk Doctor

Mr. Rocker
Got the stock 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 my luck, I'll probably get shot by a stalker
Probably got a Fanatic waiting in the attic
With an calling me up there
My man Stan a gat in his hand
Staking my house out in a damn tinted
Pull your mouth out till you can't a damn
Ham sandwich or canned spinach or Spam
You sip through a straw
lift through the mall
Pictures of me on my mom's living wall
Hey ma maybe give you a call
SIKE! YOU BITCH!
Suck a and two balls
I'm you all my shocking script
Which is to a priest off with this
Pop more pills than police
at the scene to pull me off of Kim
Teeth off my dick, off my balls
But y'all can kiss my ass, off and all
I'm so goddamn off the wall
I might as well be a painting smashed on the

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

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

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

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