Luyện nghe bài hát Low, Down, Dirty

Warning, this shit's gon' be R, restricted
You see this bullet in my neck? It's self inflicted
slapped my momma, "Bitch you got a sick kid"
Arrested, molested and got convicted

Wearing visors, sunglasses and
'Cause my personality is having an identity crisis
I'm Dr. Hyde and Mr. Jekyll,
Hearing voices in my head these whispers echo
"Murder Redrum"

size of a bread crumb
Which will I end up dead from
Inebriated, till my stress is
How in the fuck can Eminem and Shady be

Illiterate, illegitimate shit
Bitch getter, hid in the bush like Kidder
out killed the bitch and did her
Use to let the babysitter suck my when I was little'er

Smoke a blunt while I'm fuckin' Bette Midler
Sniper, waiting on your roof like the
Y'all thought I was gonna with Riddler
Didn't Ya? Bring your bitch, I wanna see if this dick fit in her

I'm low and I'm shiftee
And if you hear a man sounds like me smack him
And ask him where the did he get his damn raps from
I'm low down and I'm
And if you a man that sounds like me smack him
And ask him where the fuck did he get his damn from

I lace tunes, I'm out this world Space Moons
With a bunch crazed loons dismissin' brains braze wounds
but idiots and misfits, dip shits
Doing whip pits, passed out Sanford snip pits

Where's the weed, I wanna tamper it
let your grandpa hit it
Mix it up with cocaine so her can't it
Fuck it, I'm a bum

But I was put on earth to make your baby mama cum
So what I'm on is way the bomb or any alcoholic beverage
Losing all of my
Went up inside the First National Bank broke, and left

Walking causing wreckage, smoked out like Eckridge
Band just making my neck itch, what the Gimme the tech bitch
You just lost your tip, there's a pubic in my breakfast
Got shit off like bottle cap tips
Get your cap like the dead skin of your mama's chapped lips

hips, support domestic violence
Beat your bitches ass your kids stare in silence
I'm just joking, is Dirty Dozen's really smoking?
If all your shit's missing, than one of us broke in

I'm low and I'm shiftee
And if you hear a man that sounds me smack him
And ask him the fuck did he get his damn raps from
I'm low and I'm shiftee
And if you hear a man that sounds like me him
And ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps

My head's ringing, like it was Spider tingling
Lit it Green Bay did when they shitted on New England
I'm out the game, put the string in
Brandy got my swinging

Bobbing back and forth a penguin
Delinquent, toking microphones with English
Make your mama be like "Oh, this is good, who this?"
Shady, his tape is dope, I love it
It's rugged, but he to quit talking all that drug shit

It was predicted by a
I'd to be an addicted diabetic
off liquid Triametic
Pathetic, but I don't this headache's ever vanishing

Panicking, I think I might have just took too Anacin
Frozen Manaquin, posted stiffer than a
I think I'm dying, God is you?
Somebody me, before I OD on an LP

Take me to ER for an IV
Motherfuck JLB, they don't no hip hop
They say where it ends, the closest they gon' come is Tupac
It's politics, all a fix

by these white blue collared hicks
Just to make a dollar off of music
With a ball of tricks
But those can kiss ass and dicks

I'm low and I'm shiftee
And if you hear a man that sounds me smack him
And ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps
I'm low down and I'm
And if you hear a man that sounds like me him
And ask him where the fuck did he get his damn from