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

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

Here the mighty
One they Whitey
All you sons of
Are all
So the real Slim Shady please act up?
Get up
Get your eyes up
With your candy-ass you're a candy-ass rapper
smack you up, shut you off like the Clapper
Whoever you was raw, son, they lied
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 this physical
You're a big tough guy, tryin' to act hard
But you won't walk a lobby without bodyguard
You ain't pullin' my card, you ridin' the train
in the day, kids like 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, it's that, we could 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 your platinum blonde Caesar, you like a ho
Like M and M stands for Monroe
Talkin' killin' sprees, you ain't like that, yo
Makin' lots of enemies, but that's all for
You ecstasy junkie, you waste of skills
Stop my dill, stay high on pills
Yo, I hope you OD, don't be playin' me
Little bitch to watch what you're sayin' to me
Talkin' for shock value, boy, you ain't real
Turned hard the day Dre gave you a deal
You went and sold soul for some mass appeal
Servin' up that d'oeuvre, kid, now eat this meal
Instead of worryin' 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 lady and do things for your kid
Make her write you lots of letters about the things we did
And send you pictures of me chillin' all up in crib
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 pussy with eyes on the floor
While your showed me love outside the front door
Talkin' 'bout "Yo, whassup, you Whitey Ford?
I love that song 'What It's Like' and 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 slappin' me with no gun
'bout a fag but you a one in drag
And you can't your woman from goin' astray
Better run and your kid for your DNA
I take care of my moms, you get by yours
With your corny about drugs and crack whores
a sucker

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