Luyện nghe bài hát Brainless

Eminem Has a line of chainsaws

Marshall Mathers, Eminem, the rapper,
Who can say for
Perhaps a frontal lobotomy be the answer
If can operate on this distorted brain and put it to good use
Society reap a great benefit

I around like a space cadet, place your bets
Who's likely to become a serial killer? of tourettes
Fuck, fuck, fuck! Can't the stress
I a mess as the day progresses
Angry and it out on the neighbors hedges
Like this is how I'll cut your up bitches
With these hedge trimming scissors razor edges
Imagination's dangerous, it's the only way to escape this
And the best of this situation, I guess
'Cause I feel like a little bitch, this predicament's
I'm of just getting pushed, it's ridiculous
I look like a freaking wuss, a
kid just took my stick of licorice
And threw my sticker books in a pricker
I wanna his tush, but I was six and shook
fucker was 12 and was 6 foot, with a vicious hook
He hit me, I fell, I got back up, all I did was book, now there's your head

Mama said 'If you had a brain, you'd be dangerous
A brain be dangerous' (Mama could be wrong)
Mama, Ima grow a and be famous
And I'mma be a pain in the
(Mama be wrong)
I'mma use my as a weapon
a way to escape this insaneness
Mama said 'Son, If you had a brain, you'd be dangerous
Guess it pays to be

Fast forward some later
A teenager, this is a fun,
I got jumped twice in one week, it's complete
It's usually once a month, this is some feat I've
stomped me into the mud gee for what reason, you stumped me
But how do you get the shit beat out of you, be and be upbeat
When you don't no-thing, no valid shot at life
Chance To make it or
you're doomed from the start
It's like you up on drug street, from jump street
But if I had just kept my up my ass
I could accomplish any
Practicing trash in a trance
in my room yeah but I got some plans mama
These damn rhymes are
Out of my pocket I can't stop it
And I'm starting to blend in more, this shit helps for sure
I'm getting more self assured than I've ever before
Plus no one picks on me anymore, I done put a stop to
Threw my first punch, end of
Still in my skulls a vacant, void
Been using it as a bin for storage
Take some inventory and as gorge as a Ford engine door hinge syringe an orange an extension cord and a sword
Not to mention four lynch and a stringent stored ironing board a bench a wrench or winch and a tangent whore
Everything but a brain, but off the fucking chain
an independent store, something's wrong with my head
Just think if I had a in it, thank God that I don't
I'd probably be Dahmer cause mama always said

'If you had a brain, you'd be
A brain you'd be (Mama could be wrong)
Mama, Ima grow a and be famous
And I'mma be a in the anus
(Mama be wrong)
I'mma use my as a weapon
Find a way to escape this
always said 'Son, If you had a brain, you'd be dangerous
Guess it pays to be

Now my mum "womp womp womp"
I'm not that smart but I'm not dumb
I was on a bottom of the pile getting
But somehow, I out on top

I told you one day, I said they'd have red carpet rolled out, yo
I'm nice, yo, it I'm out cold
Now everywhere I go, they out 'Go'
I'm bout to house, yo
I'm Lysol, now I'm just
the sell outs, freak the hell out
Middle America, hear them out
In terror they were so scared, and kids
Just about, out
Whatever spout it fell out
Of my mouth, it was so weird
Inappropriate, so be it, I see it
Maybe one day when the clears, it won't be as
difficult, ch'yea, til then
Hopefully you little get over your fears and grow beards
It's okay to be scared straight, said I provoke queers
Til emotions evoke tears, my whole careers a of sheer genius
Smoke and mirrors, tactical, practical jokes,
You motherfuckin' Insert here
Who the fuck would've thunk that one little lone MC would be able to take the whole and re-upholstery it
And boy did flock
Can't believe this little locked
This hip hop shit in his and still the shit got
That white trash traffic and
Shit happened like a six blocks from a Kid
Insane Clown Posse in mid Oc-tober
And got forbid I see a wizard and get a brain in my titanium dog
Cause I into the unabomber mama always said

'If you had a brain, be dangerous
A brain you'd be dangerous' (Mama be wrong)
Mama, Ima grow a and be famous
And I'mma be a pain in the
(Mama be wrong)
I'mma use my as a weapon
a way to escape this insaneness
Mama always 'Son, If you had a brain, you'd be dangerous
Guess it pays to be

Insaneness ain't even a you stupid fuck
is ain't