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

Here come the
One they call
All you of Whitey
Are all
So won't the real Slim Shady act up?
Get up
Get your blacked up
With candy-ass name you're a candy-ass rapper
I'll you up, shut you off like the Clapper
Whoever said you was raw, son, they
I know shit I spit on Dialated hurt your pride
on a record how you wish 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 without bodyguard
You ain't pullin' my card, you ain't ridin' the
Back in the day, kids like you got for they chain
Step to me like a man, with the hands, and get
Matter of fact, when you see me bitch, gimme some
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 you might be the MC that's gay
With your platinum blonde Caesar, you look a ho
Like M and M stands for Marilyn
Talkin' killin' sprees, you ain't like that, yo
lots of enemies, but that's all for show
You punk junkie, you waste of skills
ridin' my dill, stay high on pills
Yo, I hope you OD, don't be with me
Little bitch to watch what you're sayin' to me
Talkin' shit for shock value, boy, you ain't
Turned hard the day Dre you a record deal
You and sold your soul for some mass appeal
up that hors d'oeuvre, kid, now eat this meal
Instead of worryin' about who you should be
You need to worry about who 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 the things that we did
And send you pictures of me chillin' all up in your
That shit about Sway n' That was a fib
First time you met me I you love in D.C.
But you were scared like a with your eyes on the floor
While your crew showed me love outside the front
'bout "Yo, whassup, ain't you Whitey Ford?
I love that '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 slappin' me no empty gun
'bout a fag but you a one in drag
And you can't keep your woman from goin'
run and check your kid for your DNA
I take care of my moms, you get sued by
With your corny about drugs and crack whores
a sucker

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