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

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

Here come the
One call Whitey
All you of Whitey
Are all
So won't the Slim Shady please act up?
Get up
Get your eyes up
With your candy-ass name you're a rapper
smack you up, shut you off like the Clapper
Whoever said you was raw, son, they
I know that I spit on Dialated hurt your pride
Screamin' on a how you wish I died
But you don't wanna see me on physical side
You're just a big guy, tryin' to act hard
But you won't walk a lobby without bodyguard
You ain't pullin' my card, you ain't the train
Back in the day, kids like you got for they chain
Step to me like a man, the hands, and get slain
Matter of fact, when you see me bitch, some brain
Yo, it's like that, we could fight,
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 platinum blonde Caesar, you look like a ho
Like M and M stands for Marilyn
Talkin' 'bout killin' sprees, you ain't that, yo
Makin' lots of enemies, but that's all for
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 what sayin' to me
Talkin' shit for value, boy, you ain't real
Turned hard the day Dre gave you a deal
You went and your soul for some mass appeal
Servin' up that hors d'oeuvre, kid, now eat meal
Instead of worryin' who you should be dissin'
You need to worry who your wifey been kissin'
Or if you go to prison you're doin' your bid
I'll look in on your lady and do 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 time you met me I you love in D.C.
But you were scared a pussy with your eyes on the floor
While your crew showed me love the front door
Talkin' "Yo, whassup, ain't you Whitey Ford?
I love that song 'What It's Like' and jam 'Praise the Lord'"
I don't do for the money, yo, I do it for fun
You might hang around gangstas, but you ain't one
And you won't be slappin' me with no gun
Talkin' a fag but you a one in drag
And you can't keep your from goin' astray
Better run and 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 talk some shit money, come talkin' with the hands, B
I ain't wastin' no time with you, man, fuck that shit, that's it