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 like to dedicate this right here
To Mr. Marshall mother, yeah
This one's for moms

come the mighty
One they Whitey
All you of Whitey
Are all
So won't the real Slim please act up?
Get up
Get your blacked up
With your candy-ass name you're a candy-ass
I'll smack you up, you off like the Clapper
said you was raw, son, they lied
I know that I spit on Dialated hurt your pride
Screamin' on a record how you wish I
But you don't see me on this physical side
You're just a big tough guy, to act hard
But you won't walk a without your bodyguard
You ain't pullin' my card, you ridin' the train
Back in the day, kids like you got robbed for they
to me like a man, with the hands, and get slain
Matter of fact, you see me bitch, gimme some brain
Yo, it's that, we could fight, Jack
put the mics down, you'll 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 Caesar, you look like a ho
Like M and M for Marilyn Monroe
Talkin' 'bout sprees, you ain't like that, yo
Makin' of enemies, but that's all for show
You ecstasy junkie, you waste of skills
ridin' my dill, stay high on pills
Yo, I hope you OD, don't be playin' me
Little bitch need to watch what sayin' to me
Talkin' shit for shock value, boy, you real
Turned hard the day Dre gave you a deal
You went and 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 your wifey been
Or if you go to prison you're doin' your bid
I'll look in on your and do things for your kid
Make her write you of letters about the things that we did
And send you pictures of me chillin' all up in your
That shit about Sway n' Tek? was a fib
First time you met me I you love in D.C.
But you were scared like a pussy with eyes on the floor
While your crew showed me love outside the front
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 might around some gangstas, but you ain't one
And you won't be slappin' me no empty gun
Talkin' a fag but you a one in drag
And you can't keep your woman goin' astray
Better run and check your kid for DNA
I take of my moms, you get sued by yours
With your 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 time with you, man, fuck that shit, that's it