Luyện nghe bài hát Without Me

Trice.
Real name no

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

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

I've created a monster, 'cause nobody to see Marshall no more
They want Shady, I'm chopped
Well if you want Shady, then this is what give ya
A little bit of weed mixed some hard liquor
Some vodka that will jump start my quicker
Then a when I get shocked at the hospital
By the doctor when I'm not
I'm rocking the table while he's operating "Hey"
You waited this to stop debating
I'm back, I'm on the rag and ovulating
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
tried to shut me down on M-T-V
But it so empty without me
So come on and dip, bum on your
Fuck that, cum on your lips and some on tits
And get ready this shit is about to get heavy
I settled all my lawsuits, "Fuck you, Debbie!"

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

Little kids feeling rebellious
Embarrassed, their parents still to Elvis
They feeling like prisoners helpless
'Til comes along on a mission and yells "bitch"
A visionary, is scary,
Could start a revolution, the air waves a rebel
So let me just revel and
In the fact I got everyone kissing my ass
And it's a disaster such a
For you to see so much of my ass you ask for me
Well I'm back, nana-na na na nana-na na na
Fix your antenna, tune it in and then I'm gonna enter in endin' up
Under your skin a splinter
The center of back for the winter
I'm interesting, the best since wrestling
Infesting in your kids ears and
"Testing please"
Feel the tension soon as mentions me
my ten cents, my two cents 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 little Limp Bizkit bastards
And Moby, you can get by Obie
You thirty six old bald headed fag, blow me
You don't know me, too old, let it go its over,
Nobody listens to
Now lets go, give me the signal
I'll be there with a list full of new insults
I've been dope, suspenseful with a
Ever since Prince turned himself into a
But sometimes this shit seems
Everybody wants to discuss me
So this must mean I'm
But it's just me I'm just
Though I'm not the first of controversy
I am the worst since Elvis Presley
To do black so selfishly
And use it to get myself
"Hey" a concept that works
Twenty million white rappers emerge
But no matter how fish in the sea
It be so empty without me

Kids!