Luyện nghe bài hát Marshell Mathers

You know I don't get it
year I was nobody
This I'm sellin records
Now everybody to come around like I owe em somethin
Heh, the fuck you want from me, ten dollars?
Get the fuck out of

You see I'm, just Marshall (Marshall Mathers)
I'm a regular guy,
I don't know why all the about me (fuss about me)
Nobody gave a fuck before,
all did was doubt me (did was doubt me)
Now everybody run they mouth
and try to 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 quit
(grrrr, ARF ARF) Or leanin out a window, with a cocked
up the block in the car that they shot 'Pac in
Lookin for killers, dressed in ridiculous
blue and red like I don't see what the big is
Double barrel twelve gauge bigger than Wallace
Pissed off, cause and 'Pac just missed all this
Watchin all these imitations get rich off 'em
and get dollars that shoulda been there's like they switched
And amidst all Crist' poppin and wristwatches
I had to sit back and just watch and just get
and walk with an empty bottle of Remi Martin
shit like some 26-year-old skinny Cartman ("God damnit!")
I'm anti-Backstreet and Ricky
with instincts to N'Sync, don't get me started
These fuckin brats can't and Britney's garbage
What's this bitch retarded? Gimme back my sixteen
All I see is sissies in magazines
happened to whylin out and bein violent?
Whatever happened to a good-ol' fashioned
passionate ass-whoopin and gettin your shoes coat and your hat
New on the Block, sucked a lot of dick
Boy/girl groups make me
And I can't wait 'til I catch all you faggots in
love it.. (hahaha)
Vanilla Ice like me (uh-uh)
Said some shit in Vibe to me (yup)
Then went and dyed his hair just me (hehe)
A bunch of little kids wanna swear just me
and run around screamin, "I care, just bite me" (nah nah)
I think I was put here to annoy the
and your little 4-year-old boy or girl
Plus I was put here to put fear in faggots who spray Root Beer
and call themselves "Clowns" cause they look
Faggot2Dope and Gay
Detroit, when y'all live twenty miles away (fuckin punks)
And I don't wrestle, I'll knock you fuckin faggots the out
Ask 'em the club they was at when they snuck out
after they ducked out the back when saw us and bugged out
(AHHH!) Ducked down and got paintballs shot at truck, blaow!
Look at y'all runnin your again
you ain't seen a fuckin Mile Road, South of 10
And I don't need help, from D-12, to beat up two
in make-up, who may try to scratch me Lee Nails
"Slim Anus," you right, Slim Anus
I don't get in mine like you two little flaming faggots!

Two: Eminem

Cause I'm, Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm not a guy,
knock you out if you talk about me (you talk about me)
Come and see me on the streets
if you assholes me (assholes doubt me)
And if you wanna run your
then come take your best at me (your best shot at me)

Is it because you love me that y'all so much of me?
You little bitch, get off me, go fuck Puffy
Now because of this mop that's on top
and this fucked up head that I've got, gone pop?
The just spunned around and did a 360
Now these kids diss me and act like some big
"Oh, he just did shit with Missy,
so now he thinks too big to do some shit with MC Get-Bizzy"
My fuckin bitch mom's suin for ten
She must want a dollar for every pill I've stealin
Shit, where the fuck you think I picked up the
All I had to do was go in her room and lift up her
Which is it bitch, Mrs. Briggs or Ms.
It matter you {*several seconds of silence*} faggot!
Talkin about I fabricated my
He's aggravated I won't ejaculate in his ass (Uhh!)
So tell me, what the hell is a to do?
For every I make, another relative sues
Family fightin and fussin over who to invite me to supper
All the sudden, I got 90 cousins (Hey it's me!)
A half-brother and who never seen me
or even bothered to call me they saw me on TV
Now everybody's so happy and
I'm finally allowed to step foot in my house
Hey-hey! And then to top it off, I walked to the
to buy this cheap-ass little with a food stamp
Skipped to the last page, flipped right
and do I see? A picture of my big white ass
Okay, let me give you some help:
uhh, - DOUBLE XL, DOUBLE XL
Now your magazine shouldn't have so much to sell
Ahh fuck it, I'll even buy a couple

One (2X)