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

Did I hurt feelings?
Uh...I'm to be scared now, right?
Yo...I'd like to dedicate this record right
To Mr. Marshall Mathers' mother,
This one's for your

Here come the
One they call
All you sons of
Are all
So won't the Slim Shady please act up?
Get up
Get your eyes up
With your name you're a candy-ass rapper
I'll smack you up, shut you off the Clapper
Whoever said you was raw, son, lied
I know that shit I spit on Dialated hurt your
Screamin' on a record how you I died
But you wanna see me on this physical side
You're just a big tough guy, to act hard
But you won't walk a lobby your bodyguard
You ain't pullin' my card, you ridin' the train
in the day, kids like you got robbed for they chain
Step to me a man, with the hands, and get slain
Matter of fact, you see me bitch, gimme some brain
Yo, it's like that, we could fight,
Let's put the mics down, catch a beatdown
I get in New York, got fam in L.A.
And I heard you be the MC that's gay
With your platinum blonde Caesar, you look a ho
Like M and M for Marilyn Monroe
Talkin' 'bout sprees, you ain't like that, yo
lots of enemies, but that's all for show
You ecstasy junkie, you waste of skills
Stop ridin' my dill, stay high on
Yo, I hope you OD, be playin' with me
Little bitch to watch what you're sayin' to me
Talkin' for shock value, boy, you ain't real
Turned hard the day Dre gave you a deal
You went and sold your for some mass appeal
Servin' up that d'oeuvre, kid, now eat this meal
of worryin' about who you should be dissin'
You need to worry who your wifey been 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 that we did
And you pictures of me chillin' all up in your crib
That about Sway n' Tek? That was a fib
First time you met me I showed you in D.C.
But you were scared a pussy with your eyes on the floor
While crew showed me love outside the front door
Talkin' "Yo, whassup, ain't you Whitey Ford?
I love that song 'What It's Like' and jam 'Praise 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 slappin' me no empty gun
Talkin' 'bout a fag but you a one in
And you can't keep woman from goin' astray
Better run and your kid for your DNA
I care of my moms, you get sued by yours
With your corny about drugs and crack whores
You're a

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