Luyện nghe bài hát Marshall Mathers

You know I don't get it
Last year I was
This I'm sellin' records
Now everybody wants to around like I owe 'em somethin'
The you want from me, ten million dollars?
Get the fuck out of

You see I'm Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm a regular guy,
I don't why all the fuss about me (fuss about me)
Nobody ever gave a before,
All they did was me (did was doubt me)
Now want to run they mouth
And shots at me (take shots at me)

Yo, you see me joggin', you might see me walkin'
You might see me walkin' a dead dog
With it's head chopped off in the with a spiked collar
Hollerin' at him cause the son of a bitch won't barkin'
Or leanin' out a window, with a cocked
up the block in the car that they shot 'Pac in
Lookin' for Big's killers, ridiculous
Blue and red like I see what the big deal is
Double twelve gauge thinkin' of Chris Wallace
Pissed off, cause Biggie and 'Pac missed all this
Watchin' all these imitations get rich off 'em
And get that should of been there's like they switched wallets
And amidst all this Crist' and wristwatches
I had to sit back and just and just get nauseous
And walk around with an bottle of Remi Martin
Startin' shit like twenty-six-year-old skinny Cartman ("God damnit!")
I'm anti-Backstreet and Martin
With instincts to kill N'Sync, get me started
These fuckin' brats can't and Britney's garbage
What's bitch retarded? Gimme back my sixteen dollars
All I see is in magazines smiling
happened to whylin' out and bein' violent?
Whatever happened to catchin' a fashioned
Passionate ass-whoopin' and gettin' your coat and your hat tooken?
New Kids on the Block, a lot of dick
Boy-girl groups me sick
And I wait 'til I catch all you fagots in public
I'm a it (ha ha ha)

Ice don't like me (uh-uh)
Said some shit in Vibe to me (yup)
Then went and dyed his just like me (he he)
A bunch of little kids want to swear like me
And run around screamin', "I don't care, bite me" (nah nah)
I think I was put here to annoy the
And destroy your little four-year-old boy or
Plus I was put to put fear in fagots who spray Faygo Root Beer
And call themselves "Clowns" they look queer
Fagot you to Dope and Gay
Claimin' Detroit, when y'all live twenty away (fuckin' punks)
And I don't wrestle, I'll knock you fuckin' the fuck out
Ask 'em about the club they was at they snuck out
After they ducked out the when they saw us and bugged out
(Ah!) Ducked down and got paint balls shot at truck, blaow!
Look at y'all runnin' mouth again
you ain't seen a fuckin' Mile Road, south of ten
And I don't need help, from D-12, to beat up two
In make-up, who may try to scratch me with Lee
"Slim Anus," you right, Slim Anus
I don't get fucked in mine you two little flaming fagots!

'Cause I'm, Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm not a guy,
I'll knock you out if you talk about me (you talk me)
and see me on the streets alone
If you assholes doubt me (assholes me)
And if you want to run your
Then take your best shot at me (your best shot at me)

Is it because you love me that y'all so much of me?
You groupie bitch, get off me, go fuck Puffy
Now because of blond mop that's on top
And this fucked up head that I've got, I've pop?
The underground just around and did a three sixty
Now kids dis me and act like some big sissies
"Oh, he just did some shit Missy,
So now he thinks he's too big to do shit with M-C Get-Bizzy"
My fuckin' bitch mom's suin' for ten
She must want a for every pill I've been stealin'
Shit, where the fuck you think I picked up the
All I had to do was go in her and lift up her mattress
Which is it bitch, Mrs. or Ms. Mathers?
It doesn't you fagot!
Talkin' I fabricated my past
just aggravated I won't ejaculate in his ass (Uh!)
So tell me, what the hell is a to do?
For every million I make, another sues
fightin' and fussin' over who wants to invite me to supper
All the sudden, I got cousins (Hey it's me!)
A half-brother and sister who seen me
Or even to call me until they saw me on T-V
Now so happy and proud
I'm allowed to step foot in my girlfriend's house
Hey-hey! And then to top it off, I to the newsstand
To buy this cheap-ass little magazine with a stamp
Skipped to the page, flipped right fast
And what do I see? A picture of my big ass
Okay, let me you motherfuckers some help
Uh, here, double X-L, X-L
Now your magazine shouldn't have so much trouble to
Ah fuck it, I'll even buy a myself

I'm just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm a regular guy,
I don't know why all the fuss me (fuss about me)
Nobody ever gave a before,
All they did was doubt me (did was me)
Now everybody want to run they
And take shots at me (take at me)

'Cause I'm Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm just a guy,
I don't know why all the fuss me (fuss about me)
Nobody ever a fuck before,
All they did was me (did was doubt me)
Now want to run they mouth
And take at me (take shots at me)