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

Here the mighty
One call Whitey
All you sons of
Are all
So won't the real Slim please act up?
Get up
Get your blacked up
With your name you're a candy-ass rapper
I'll smack you up, shut you off the Clapper
Whoever said you was raw, son, they
I know that shit I spit on Dialated hurt pride
Screamin' on a how you wish I died
But you don't wanna see me on physical side
You're just a big tough guy, to act hard
But you won't walk a without your bodyguard
You ain't 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
of fact, when you see me bitch, gimme some brain
Yo, like that, we could 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
With your platinum blonde Caesar, you like a ho
Like M and M stands for Monroe
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
Stop ridin' my dill, stay on pills
Yo, I hope you OD, don't be playin' me
Little bitch need to watch you're sayin' to me
Talkin' shit for shock value, boy, you ain't
Turned hard the day Dre gave you a deal
You went and sold your soul for mass appeal
Servin' up hors d'oeuvre, kid, now eat this meal
of worryin' about who you should be dissin'
You need to about 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 write you lots of about the things that we did
And send you pictures of me all up in your crib
That shit Sway n' Tek? That was a fib
First time you met me I you love in D.C.
But you were scared like a pussy your eyes on the floor
While your crew showed me love outside the front
Talkin' "Yo, whassup, ain't you Whitey Ford?
I love song 'What It's Like' and that jam 'Praise the Lord'"
I do this for the money, yo, I do it for fun
You might 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 from goin' astray
run and check your kid for your DNA
I take care of my moms, you get sued by
With your corny metaphors about drugs and whores
You're a

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