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

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

come the mighty
One call Whitey
All you sons of
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 candy-ass
I'll smack you up, shut you off like the
Whoever said you was raw, son, they
I know shit I spit on Dialated hurt your pride
Screamin' on a how you wish I died
But you don't see me on this physical side
just a big tough guy, tryin' to act hard
But you won't walk a lobby without bodyguard
You pullin' my card, you ain't ridin' the train
Back in the day, kids you got robbed for they chain
Step to me like a man, with the hands, and get
Matter of fact, you see me bitch, gimme some brain
Yo, it's like that, we fight, Jack
Let's put the down, you'll catch a beatdown
I get in New York, got fam in L.A.
And I heard you might be the MC gay
With platinum blonde Caesar, you look like a ho
Like M and M stands for Marilyn
Talkin' 'bout 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 high on
Yo, I you OD, don't be playin' with me
Little bitch need to what you're sayin' to me
Talkin' for shock value, boy, you ain't real
Turned the day Dre gave you a record deal
You went and sold your soul for mass appeal
Servin' up hors d'oeuvre, kid, now eat this meal
Instead of worryin' who you should be dissin'
You need to worry who your wifey been kissin'
Or if you go to while you're doin' your bid
I'll look in on your and do things for your kid
Make her you lots of letters about the things that we did
And you pictures of me chillin' all up in your crib
That shit about Sway n' That 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 showed me love outside the door
Talkin' 'bout "Yo, whassup, ain't you Whitey
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' 'bout a fag but you a one in
And you can't keep your woman from goin'
Better run and your kid for your DNA
I take care of my moms, you get by yours
With your corny metaphors 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 with you, man, fuck that shit, it