Luyện nghe bài hát The Most Shady

[ 1 ] [ Eminem ]

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

[ Verse 2 ] [ Trice ]

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

[ 3 ] [ P Diddy ]

I took a coal, a diamond, I his mind, enter
The phenomenal artist of any and all time
I a Frankenstein, my designs impressed
Backpackers and press who my house was a mess
Critics lash, 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 original king of New York Christopher
This is a on Diddy's honor
I'm a father to ya'll and teach ya with all the
even bother, or repeat
All of albums play back to back
And I visit your grave our friendships intact
An concept, extravagant progress
Bullet wounds left in my heart, I'm yelling God
Regardless to yelling that 'east-west'
I seen the loosing, I'm just pressing the reset
When the ressurection of you shines an individual
Lyrical enough, doing the same crown of literally
I'ma pay homage, finest
Wether Queens or Harlem it'll be instant stardom, ni99a!