Luyện nghe bài hát The Most Shady

[ 1 ] [ Eminem ]

It has been said, that there has known to be blood shed
Over bread, men who have to death, dead
Strapped to beds, bombs dynamite lead
Money, power, respect, street cred,
It's scary aint it? Picture yourself going out as a
Picth a Mural, pictures of us all over street corners
Fans meet to mourn us, while we the coroners
Notorious tried to us
So many piggy bank off of, Biggie's and Pac's
Landmarks, in rap, statistically in fact
It's so sad to see us
These tragic events, which us back
To where we of March 9th to come from such hard knock lifes
And make it out of the bottom to hit the
Once the artist, this is our
Cast out for all
And he who lasts the longest must be the
In concrete jungle
Where dog eat dog mentality comes from
This origin, 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 the people to the point
You that he's gangster, he aint gotta say shit you just believe it

[ 2 ] [ Obie Trice ]

Since Big us niggas to think big
I'm been about my business since 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 excited Obie to write these
Rolling, going through the same shit he
Open up my eyes no limit in them skies
When Ready 2 Die was a 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 could top Big Poppas rhymes
So I'd be popular huh?
That's the I got from my nigga 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 impressed
Backpackers and press who my house was a mess
lash, said I made a fortune of his past an'
All is did was a dynasty off of his passion
And I'm addressing the absent to who he is
The original of New York Christopher Wallace
This is a promise on Diddy's
I'm a father to ya'll and teach ya with all the
even bother, or repeat
All of your albums play back to
And I visit your grave our friendships intact
An ammaculate concept, extravagant
Bullet wounds left in my heart, I'm yelling God
Regardless to critics yelling 'east-west'
I seen the game loosing, I'm just the reset
When the ressurection of you shines through an
Lyrical enough, doing the crown of thorns literally
I'ma pay homage, finest
it's Queens or Harlem it'll be instant stardom, ni99a!