Luyện nghe bài hát The Most Shady

[ 1 ] [ Eminem ]

It has been said, that there has been known to be blood
bread, men who have bled to death, dead
Strapped to beds, bombs dynamite lead
Money, power, respect, street cred,
scary aint it? Picture yourself going out as a hero
Picth a Mural, pictures of us all over street corners
meet to mourn us, while we meet the coroners
Notorious tried to us
So piggy bank off of, Biggie's back and Pac's
Landmarks, in rap, statistically in fact
It's so sad to see us
These tragic events, which lead us
To where we of March 9th to come from such hard knock lifes
And make it out of the to hit the spotlights
Once the artist, is our lives
Cast out for all
And he who lasts the must be the strongest
In this jungle
Where dog eat dog mentality comes from
origin, which is usually originated from cats are starving
Or it just be somebodys aura that just horrifies
And applies to his persona or the sizes in his
That intimidates the to the point
You know that he's gangster, he aint gotta say shit you believe it

[ Verse 2 ] [ Trice ]

Big taught us niggas to think big
I'm been about my business then so it aint Cheers
It how we live, it's what he said he did it for Brooklyn
This I took in, chills through my skin
Vicious, I've experienced in the sights as him
It's what Obie to write these poems
Rolling, through the same shit he spoken
up my eyes there's no limit in them skies
When 2 Die was a sick part of my life
Pummin that .45, plotting to pop my
Then that crooked eye Jamaican, I'd so times Rewind
Got me to a straight line and get up on my grind
Get up out the system, who could give him signs?
No pop of could top Big Poppas rhymes
So possibly I'd be popular
That's the inspiration I got from my P.I

[ Verse 3 ] [ P ]

I took a coal, a diamond, I moulded his mind,
The most artist of any and all time
I made a Frankenstein, my designs
Backpackers and who said my house was a mess
lash, said I made a fortune of his past an'
All is did was build a off of his passion
And I'm addressing the adolesence to who he is
The king of New York Christopher Wallace
is a promise on Diddy's honor
I'm a father to ya'll and ya with all the drama
Don't even bother, or
All of your albums back to back
And I visit your grave cause our friendships
An ammaculate concept, progress
wounds left in my heart, I'm yelling God bless
Regardless to yelling that 'east-west'
I the game loosing, I'm just pressing the reset
When the ressurection of you shines through an
Lyrical enough, doing the same crown of literally
I'ma pay homage, brooklyns
Wether it's or Harlem it'll be instant stardom, ni99a!