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

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

come the mighty
One they Whitey
All you of Whitey
Are all
So won't the Slim Shady please act up?
Get up
Get your blacked up
With your candy-ass name you're a rapper
smack you up, shut you off like the Clapper
Whoever you was raw, son, they lied
I that shit I spit on Dialated hurt your pride
Screamin' on a how you wish I died
But you don't wanna see me on physical side
You're just a big guy, tryin' to act hard
But you won't walk a lobby without your
You ain't pullin' my card, you ain't the train
Back in the day, kids like you got robbed for chain
Step to me like a man, the hands, and get slain
of fact, when you see me bitch, gimme some brain
Yo, it's like that, we fight, Jack
Let's put the mics down, you'll catch a
I get in New York, got fam in L.A.
And I heard you might be the MC gay
your platinum blonde Caesar, you look like a ho
Like M and M for Marilyn Monroe
Talkin' killin' sprees, you ain't like that, yo
Makin' lots of enemies, but all for show
You punk ecstasy junkie, you of skills
Stop ridin' my dill, stay on pills
Yo, I hope you OD, don't be with me
Little need to watch what you're sayin' to me
shit for shock value, boy, you ain't real
Turned hard the day Dre you a record deal
You went and your soul for some mass appeal
Servin' up that hors d'oeuvre, kid, now eat meal
Instead of worryin' about who you be dissin'
You need to worry about who your wifey been
Or if you go to prison while you're doin' bid
I'll look in on your and do things for your kid
Make her write you lots of letters about the that we did
And send you pictures of me chillin' all up in crib
That shit about Sway n' Tek? was a fib
First you met me I showed you love in D.C.
But you were scared like a pussy with your eyes on the
While your crew me love outside the front door
'bout "Yo, whassup, ain't you Whitey Ford?
I that song 'What It's Like' and that jam 'Praise the Lord'"
I don't do for the money, yo, I do it for fun
You hang around some gangstas, but you ain't one
And you won't be me with no empty gun
Talkin' a fag but you a one in drag
And you can't keep woman from goin' astray
run and check your kid for your DNA
I take care of my moms, you get by yours
your corny metaphors 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, that shit, that's it