Luyện nghe bài hát Crack A Bottle

Oooh! Ladies and gentlemen, the moment you've all been for
In this corner, weighing 175 pounds, with a of 17 rapes
400 assaults, and 4 murders, the undisputed, diabolical
in the world, Slim Shady!

So crack a bottle, let body waddle
act like a snobby model
You hit the lotto
Uh oh uh oh, hopping in my Tahoe
Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got

Now where's the rubbers? Who's got the
I noticed there's so many of them and really not that many of us
Ladies us and my posse's kicking up dust
It's on till the break of and we're starting this party from dusk

Ok, go
Back when Andre, the giant, mister elephant
us, you'll just be another one bit the dust
Just one up my mother's son who got under the bus
Kiss my butt, my wonder cheese from under my nuts
It disgusts me to see the game the way it looks
a must, I redeem my name and haters get mushed
Bitches lust, man they love me when I'm the cut
Missed the cut, the lady give a eighty paper cut

Now picture us, ridiculous you curse at the thought
Cuz when I spit the verse the shit worse than Worcestershire sauce
If I could fit the words as picture perfect, every time
Every verse, every line, as simple as nursery
It's elementary, the have entered the room
I to say with the center of attention its true
Not to mention back with a vengeance, so here's the
Of the bat symbol, the platinum trio is back on you

So crack a bottle, let your waddle
Don't act like a snobby
You hit the lotto
Uh oh uh oh, bitches in my Tahoe
Got one riding shotgun and no not one of got gloves

Now the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers?
I noticed so many of them and there's really not that many of us
And ladies love us and my kicking up dust
It's on till the break of dawn and we're starting this from dusk

and gentlemen, Dr. Dre

They see that low rider go by like "Oh my!"
You ain't got to tell me why sick cuz I know why
I dip through in that six trey like 'em Dre
I'm an itch that they can't scratch, sick of me
But hey, what can I say? I love LA
Cuz over and above all, it's just day
And this one begins where the one ends
up where we left off and get smashed again

I'll be dammed, just fucked around and crashed my
Driving with a smashed front end
Let's that one in
another one from out the stable
The Monte Carlo, El or the El Dorado
The if I know
Do I want leather seats or
Decisions, decisions, garage like Precision Collision
Or Maico beats quake like
Just keep the bass low, away from your face though

So crack a bottle, let body waddle
Don't act like a model
You just hit the
Uh oh uh oh, hopping in my Tahoe
Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got

Now where's the Who's got the rubbers?
I there's so many of them and there's really not that many of us
And ladies love us, my kicking up dust
It's on till the break of dawn and we're starting this from dusk

And I great pleasure in introducing, 50 Cent

It's bottle bottle
The money ain't a thang you party with me
Its we into, it's simple
We ball out of control like you believe
I'm the napalm, the bomb, the Don, I'm King
Get on, wrapped up and reigned on
I'm so calm through Vietnam, the alarm
Bring the Chandon, marajauan do what you want

Nigga on and on till the break of
Get the paper man I'm caking you know I don't a fuck
I spend it like it don't nothing
Blow it its supposed to be blown
Motherfucker I'm
I stunt I I flash the shit
I gets what the fuck I want, so I trick?
Fat ass burgundy bags, shit
Cho shoes I say move a bitch move

So crack a bottle, let your waddle
Don't act a snobby model
You hit the lotto
Uh oh uh oh, bitches in my Tahoe
Got one riding shotgun and no not one of got gloves

Now the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers?
I noticed there's so many of and there's really not that many of us
And ladies love us, my kicking up dust
It's on till the break of dawn and we're starting party from dusk