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

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

come the mighty
One they Whitey
All you of Whitey
Are all
So won't the real Slim Shady act up?
Get up
Get eyes blacked up
With candy-ass 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 pride
Screamin' on a record how you I died
But you don't wanna see me on this side
You're just a big tough guy, to act hard
But you won't a lobby without your bodyguard
You ain't pullin' my card, you ridin' the train
Back in the day, like you got robbed for they 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 could fight,
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
With your platinum 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 ecstasy junkie, you waste of skills
Stop ridin' my dill, stay high on
Yo, I hope you OD, don't be with me
Little bitch need to watch you're sayin' to me
Talkin' shit for value, boy, you ain't real
hard the day Dre gave 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 should be
You need to worry who your wifey been kissin'
Or if you go to prison while you're your bid
I'll look in on your and do things for your kid
Make her write you lots of letters the things that we did
And send you pictures of me chillin' all up in crib
shit about Sway n' Tek? That was a fib
First you met me I showed you love in D.C.
But you were scared like a with your eyes on the floor
While your crew showed me love the front door
Talkin' 'bout "Yo, whassup, ain't you Ford?
I love that song 'What 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 keep your woman from goin' astray
Better run and your kid for your DNA
I care of my moms, you get sued by yours
your corny metaphors about drugs and crack whores
You're a

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