Luyện nghe bài hát The Most Shady

[ 1 ] [ Eminem ]

It has been said, there has been known to be blood shed
Over bread, men who have to death, dead
to beds, bite bombs dynamite lead
Money, power, respect, cred, yeah
It's scary aint it? Picture yourself out as a hero
Picth a Mural, pictures of us painted all over street
meet to mourn us, while we meet the coroners
Notorious tried to us
So many piggy bank off of, Biggie's and Pac's
Landmarks, history in rap, statistically in
It's so sad to see us
tragic events, which lead us back
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 longest be the strongest
In this concrete
Where this dog eat dog mentality comes
This origin, which is originated from cats are starving
Or it could just be somebodys that just horrifies
And applies to his persona or the sizes in his
intimidates the people to the point
You know he's gangster, he aint gotta say shit you just believe it

[ 2 ] [ Obie Trice ]

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

[ 3 ] [ P Diddy ]

I took a coal, a diamond, I his mind, enter
The most artist of any and all time
I a Frankenstein, my designs impressed
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 dynasty off of his
And I'm the adolesence absent to who he is
The original king of New York Christopher
This is a promise on honor
I'm a father to ya'll and teach ya with all the
Don't bother, or repeat
All of your albums play back to
And I visit your grave cause our intact
An ammaculate concept, extravagant
Bullet wounds left in my heart, I'm God bless
Regardless to critics yelling 'east-west'
I seen the game loosing, I'm just the reset
When the ressurection of you shines an individual
Lyrical enough, doing the same crown of thorns
I'ma pay homage, brooklyns
Wether it's Queens or it'll be instant stardom, ni99a!