Luyện nghe bài hát Marshall Mathers

You know I just get it
Last I was nobody
This year I'm sellin'
Now everybody wants to around like 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 just a guy,
I don't why all the fuss about me (fuss about me)
Nobody ever gave a before,
All did was doubt me (did was doubt me)
Now everybody want to run they
And take shots at me (take at me)

Yo, you see me joggin', you might see me walkin'
You see me walkin' a dead rottweiler dog
With it's head off in the park with a spiked collar
Hollerin' at him cause the son of a bitch won't quit
Or leanin' out a window, a cocked shotgun
Drivin' up the block in the car that they 'Pac in
Lookin' for killers, dressin' ridiculous
Blue and red like I don't see the big deal is
barrel twelve 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 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' like some twenty-six-year-old skinny Cartman ("God damnit!")
I'm anti-Backstreet and Ricky
With instincts to kill N'Sync, get me started
These fuckin' can't sing and Britney's garbage
What's this bitch retarded? back my sixteen dollars
All I see is sissies in smiling
Whatever happened to whylin' out and violent?
Whatever to catchin' a good-ol' fashioned
ass-whoopin' and gettin' your shoes coat and your hat tooken?
New Kids on the Block, sucked a lot of
Boy-girl groups me sick
And I wait 'til I catch all you fagots in public
I'm a it (ha ha ha)

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

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

Is it you love me that y'all expect so much of me?
You little bitch, get off me, go fuck Puffy
Now because of blond mop that's on top
And this fucked up head that got, I've gone pop?
The underground just spunned around and did a three
Now these kids dis me and act like some big
"Oh, he just did some with Missy,
So now he thinks he's too big to do some with M-C Get-Bizzy"
My bitch mom's suin' for ten million
She must want a dollar for every pill been stealin'
Shit, the fuck you think I picked up the habit?
All I had to do was go in her room and lift up her
Which is it bitch, Mrs. or Ms. Mathers?
It matter you fagot!
Talkin' I fabricated my past
just aggravated I won't ejaculate in his ass (Uh!)
So tell me, what the is a fella to do?
For every million I make, relative sues
Family fightin' and fussin' over who wants to me to supper
All the sudden, I got cousins (Hey it's me!)
A and sister who never seen me
Or even bothered to me until they saw me on T-V
Now everybody's so happy and
I'm finally 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
to the last page, flipped right fast
And do I see? A picture of my big white ass
Okay, let me give you motherfuckers help
Uh, here, double X-L, X-L
Now magazine shouldn't have so much trouble to sell
Ah fuck it, I'll buy a couple myself

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

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