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 you may think
I'm gon' keep my thing

One of the worst yo I am a fag i suck at rapin yo
Is fat, bald men to write songs
And teach Mouseketeers to
stick Britney Spears in a room full of mirrors
So she fifty years of bad luck
and swear at Christina Aguilera
When I grab her by the hair and drag her across the
(Bitch!)
You aware of this rap terrorist with a
With a hair up his ass like a rabbit up his pants
Got a habit of holding in his hands
Till it melts in his fucking and dissolves in his glands
(So who is it?)
The fool who the playground
With two biscuits to lay the school district
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 I just get sued

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

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

So how's everybody feeling
Hope you in the mood to get
And to fight
Cause uh we getting down for the of it
So suck my dick if you wanna bump

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

Yo when my gat spit it son admitted
Rip your off kiss my ass with it
bitches, Doc, Marshall Maths..
(Print it!)
Weed x and acid did it
I'm what's with no rerun
Doc rob when the heat come
My barrel out the Camero
Aimed at the when them hoes is hard to breathe from
Flash the gat town bow guarded
wallet, your chain the main target
Beef is like cold engine, 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 like Funk

Mr. Punk
Got the stock inside the lunch box
Pop junk like I just got
Pop the and pull out the shotgun pump
wood, it's all good
Thank God for
But with my luck, I'll get shot by a stalker
Probably got a waiting upstairs in the attic
With an automatic me up there
My man with a gat in his hand
my house out in a damn tinted Sedan
Pull your out till you can't finish a damn
Ham sandwich or your canned spinach or
You sip through a straw
Shop lift the mall
of me on my mom's living room wall
Hey ma maybe give you a call
SIKE! YOU BITCH!
Suck a and two balls
I'm giving you all my script
Which is to a priest off with this
Pop more pills than police
Arrive at the to pull me off of Kim
off my dick, hands 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 smashed on the floor

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

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

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

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