Luyện nghe bài hát Without Me

Trice.
Real no gimmicks

Two trailer park girls go the outside,
the outside, round the outside
Two trailer girls go round the outside,
Round the outside, round the

Guess back, back again
Shady's back, a friend
Guess who's back, guess who's
Guess who's back, who's back?
who's back, guess who's back?
Guess back?

I've created a monster, 'cause nobody to see Marshall no more
want Shady, I'm chopped liver
Well if you want Shady, this is what I'll give ya
A little bit of weed with some hard liquor
Some that will jump start my heart quicker
Then a shot when I get at the hospital
By the doctor I'm not cooperating
When I'm rocking the while he's operating "Hey"
You waited this to stop debating
'Cause I'm back, I'm on the rag and
I know you got a job Ms.
But your husband's problem is complicated
So the F-C-C let me be or let me be me so let me see
They tried to shut me on M-T-V
But it feels so empty me
So come on and dip, bum on lips
Fuck that, cum on your lips and some on tits
And get ready this shit is about to get heavy
I just all my lawsuits, "Fuck you, Debbie!"

Now looks like a job for me
So everybody follow me
'Cause we a little controversy
'Cause it feels so empty me
I said, this looks a job for me
So just follow me
'Cause we need a controversy
'Cause it so empty without me

Little kids feeling rebellious
Embarrassed, their parents still listen to
They feeling like prisoners helpless
'Til someone comes along on a mission and "bitch"
A visionary, is scary,
Could start a revolution, the air waves a rebel
So let me just revel and
In the fact that I got kissing my ass
And it's a such a catastrophe
For you to see so damn of my ass you ask for me
I'm back, nana-na na na nana-na na na kshh
Fix your bent antenna, tune it in and I'm gonna enter in endin' up
Under skin like a splinter
The center of attention for the winter
I'm interesting, the best thing wrestling
Infesting in your kids ears and
"Testing please"
Feel the tension as someone mentions me
Here's my ten cents, my two is free
A nuisance, who sent, you for me?

a-taskit,
I go tit for tat with who's talking this shit and that shit
Chris Kirkpatrick, you can get ass kicked
Worse than them little Limp bastards
And Moby, you can get by Obie
You thirty six year old bald headed fag, me
You don't me, you're too old, let it go its over,
Nobody listens to
Now lets go, just me the signal
be there with a whole list full of new insults
I've dope, suspenseful with a pencil
Ever Prince turned himself into a symbol
But sometimes shit just seems
Everybody only to discuss me
So this must mean I'm
But it's me I'm just obscene
Though I'm not the first of controversy
I am the thing since Elvis Presley
To do black music so
And use it to get wealthy
"Hey" there's a concept that
Twenty million other rappers emerge
But no matter how many in the sea
It will be so empty me

Kids!