Luyện nghe bài hát Marshell Mathers

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

You see I'm, Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm just a guy,
I don't know why all the about me (fuss about me)
ever 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 might see me joggin, you see me walkin
You might see me walkin a rottweiler dog
with it's head chopped off in the park a spiked collar
hollerin at him cause the son of a won't quit barkin
(grrrr, ARF ARF) Or leanin out a window, a cocked shotgun
up the block in the car that they shot 'Pac in
Lookin for Big's killers, in ridiculous
and red like I don't see what the big deal is
Double barrel twelve gauge bigger than Wallace
Pissed off, cause and 'Pac just missed all this
Watchin all these cheap imitations get off 'em
and get dollars that shoulda been there's like switched wallets
And amidst all this Crist' and wristwatches
I had to sit back and just watch and get nauseous
and walk around with an empty bottle of Remi
shit like some 26-year-old skinny Cartman ("God damnit!")
I'm and Ricky Martin
with instincts to kill N'Sync, don't get me
These fuckin brats can't sing and Britney's
What's this bitch retarded? Gimme my sixteen dollars
All I see is sissies in smiling
Whatever happened to out and bein violent?
Whatever to catchin a good-ol' fashioned
passionate ass-whoopin and gettin shoes coat and your hat tooken?
New Kids on the Block, a lot of dick
Boy/girl groups make me
And I wait 'til I catch all you faggots in public
love it.. (hahaha)
Vanilla Ice like me (uh-uh)
Said shit in Vibe to spite me (yup)
Then went and dyed his just like me (hehe)
A bunch of little kids wanna swear like me
and run around screamin, "I don't care, just me" (nah nah)
I think I was put here to annoy the
and destroy your 4-year-old boy or girl
Plus I was put here to put fear in who spray Faygo Root Beer
and call themselves "Clowns" they look queer
Faggot2Dope and Gay
Detroit, when y'all live twenty miles away (fuckin punks)
And I don't wrestle, I'll you fuckin faggots 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
(AHHH!) Ducked down and got paintballs at they truck, blaow!
Look at y'all runnin mouth again
when you ain't seen a fuckin Road, South of 10
And I need 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 faggots!

Chorus Two:

Cause I'm, Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm not a guy,
I'll knock you out if you about me (you talk about me)
Come and see me on the streets
if you assholes doubt me (assholes me)
And if you wanna run your
then take 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 of this blonde mop that's on top
and this fucked up head that I've got, gone pop?
The underground just spunned and did a 360
Now these kids diss me and act some big sissies
"Oh, he just did some shit Missy,
so now he thinks he's too big to do some with MC Get-Bizzy"
My fuckin mom's suin for ten million
She must want a dollar for every pill I've stealin
Shit, where the fuck you think I up the habit?
All I had to do was go in her room and lift up her
is it bitch, Mrs. Briggs or Ms. Mathers?
It doesn't matter you {*several of silence*} faggot!
Talkin about I my past
He's aggravated I won't ejaculate in his ass (Uhh!)
So tell me, what the hell is a to do?
For every million I make, relative sues
Family fightin and fussin over who to invite me to supper
All the sudden, I got 90 some (Hey it's me!)
A and sister who never seen me
or even bothered to me until they saw me on TV
Now so happy and proud
I'm finally allowed to step foot in my girlfriend's
Hey-hey! And to top it off, I walked to the newsstand
to buy this little magazine with a food stamp
Skipped to the last page, flipped fast
and what do I see? A picture of my big ass
Okay, let me give you some help:
uhh, here - XL, DOUBLE XL
Now your magazine shouldn't have so trouble to sell
Ahh it, I'll even buy a couple myself

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