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 record right here
To Mr. Mathers' mother, yeah
This for your moms

Here come the
One they call
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 a candy-ass rapper
I'll smack you up, you off like the Clapper
Whoever said you was raw, son, they
I know that shit I spit on Dialated hurt pride
Screamin' on a record how you wish I
But you don't wanna see me on physical side
You're just a big tough guy, tryin' to act
But you walk a lobby without your bodyguard
You ain't pullin' my card, you ain't the train
Back in the day, kids like you got robbed for chain
Step to me like a man, the hands, and get slain
of fact, when you see me bitch, gimme some brain
Yo, like that, we could fight, Jack
Let's put the mics down, 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 blonde Caesar, you like a ho
M and M stands for Marilyn Monroe
Talkin' 'bout killin' sprees, you ain't that, yo
Makin' lots of enemies, but that's all for
You punk ecstasy junkie, you waste of
Stop my dill, stay high on pills
Yo, I hope you OD, don't be playin' me
Little bitch need to what you're sayin' to me
Talkin' shit for shock value, boy, you ain't
Turned hard the day Dre gave you a record
You went and your soul for some mass appeal
Servin' up that hors d'oeuvre, kid, now eat this
Instead of worryin' about who you should be
You to worry about who your wifey been kissin'
Or if you go to prison while doin' your bid
I'll look in on your lady and do for your kid
Make her you lots of letters about the things that we did
And send you pictures of me chillin' all up in your
That shit about n' Tek? 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 door
Talkin' 'bout "Yo, whassup, ain't you Ford?
I love 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 might hang around some gangstas, but you one
And you be slappin' me with no empty gun
'bout a fag but you a one in drag
And you can't keep woman 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 and crack whores
You're a

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