Luyện nghe bài hát Whitey's Revenge (The Eminem Diss)

Did I hurt your
Uh...I'm supposed to be scared now,
Yo...I'd like to dedicate this record here
To Mr. Mathers' mother, yeah
one's for your moms

Here come the
One they call
All you of Whitey
Are all
So the real Slim Shady please act up?
Get up
Get your blacked up
With your candy-ass name a candy-ass rapper
I'll smack you up, you off like the Clapper
Whoever said you was raw, son, lied
I know shit I spit on Dialated hurt your pride
Screamin' on a how you wish I died
But you don't wanna see me on this side
You're just a big tough guy, tryin' to act
But you won't walk a lobby your bodyguard
You ain't pullin' my card, you ain't the train
Back in the day, kids you got robbed for they chain
to me like a man, with the hands, and get slain
Matter of fact, when you see me bitch, gimme some
Yo, like that, we could fight, Jack
Let's put the mics down, catch a beatdown
I get in New York, got fam in L.A.
And I you might be the MC that's gay
With your blonde Caesar, you look like a ho
Like M and M stands for Marilyn
'bout killin' sprees, you ain't like that, yo
Makin' of enemies, but that's all for show
You punk ecstasy junkie, you of skills
Stop ridin' my dill, high on pills
Yo, I hope you OD, don't be with me
Little bitch need to watch you're sayin' to me
shit for shock value, boy, you ain't real
Turned hard the day Dre gave you a deal
You and sold your soul for some mass appeal
Servin' up that d'oeuvre, kid, now eat this meal
Instead of worryin' about who you be dissin'
You need to worry about who your wifey kissin'
Or if you go to prison while doin' your bid
look in on your lady and do things for your kid
Make her write you lots of letters about the things we did
And send you pictures of me all up in your crib
That shit about n' Tek? That was a fib
First time you met me I showed you in D.C.
But you were scared like a pussy your eyes on the floor
While your showed me love outside the front door
Talkin' 'bout "Yo, whassup, ain't you Whitey
I love that song 'What It's Like' and that jam the Lord'"
I do this for the money, yo, I do it for fun
You might hang around gangstas, but you ain't one
And you won't be me with no empty gun
'bout a fag but you a one in drag
And you keep your woman from goin' astray
Better run and check your kid for DNA
I take care of my moms, you get by yours
With your corny metaphors about and crack whores
a sucker

Word up, for
You wanna some shit money, come talkin' with the hands, B
I ain't wastin' no more time with you, man, that shit, that's it