Luyện nghe bài hát Marshall Mathers

You know I don't get it
Last I was nobody
This year I'm records
Now everybody wants to come around I owe 'em somethin'
The fuck you want from me, ten million
Get the out of here

You see I'm just Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm a regular guy,
I know why all the fuss about me (fuss about me)
ever gave a fuck before,
All they did was doubt me (did was me)
Now everybody to run they mouth
And take shots at me (take at me)

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

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

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

Is it you love me that y'all expect so much of me?
You groupie bitch, get off me, go fuck Puffy
Now of this blond mop that's on top
And this fucked up that I've got, I've gone pop?
The underground spunned around and did a three sixty
Now these kids dis me and act like big sissies
"Oh, he just did some shit Missy,
So now he he's too big to do some shit with M-C Get-Bizzy"
My bitch mom's suin' for ten million
She must want a for every pill I've been stealin'
Shit, where the fuck you think I up the habit?
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
He's just aggravated I won't in his ass (Uh!)
So tell me, what the is a fella to do?
For every million I make, another sues
Family fightin' and fussin' over who wants to me to supper
All the sudden, I got ninety-some (Hey it's me!)
A half-brother and sister who never me
Or even bothered to call me they saw me on T-V
Now everybody's so and proud
I'm finally to step foot in my girlfriend's house
Hey-hey! And then to top it off, I walked to the
To buy this little magazine with a food stamp
Skipped to the last page, flipped right
And what do I see? A of my big white ass
Okay, let me give you motherfuckers help
Uh, here, X-L, double X-L
Now your magazine shouldn't have so much to sell
Ah it, I'll even buy a couple myself

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

'Cause I'm just Marshall (Marshall Mathers)
I'm just a guy,
I don't know why all the fuss me (fuss about me)
ever gave a fuck before,
All they did was doubt me (did was me)
Now want to run they mouth
And take at me (take shots at me)