Luyện nghe bài hát Marshell Mathers

You I just don't get it
Last year I was
This year I'm records
Now everybody wants to come like I owe em somethin
Heh, the fuck you want from me, ten million
Get the fuck out of

You see I'm, Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm just a guy,
I don't know why all the fuss about me (fuss me)
Nobody ever a fuck before,
all they did was me (did was doubt me)
Now everybody wanna run they
and try to take shots at me (take at me)

Yo, you might see me joggin, you might see me
You see me walkin a dead rottweiler 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
Drivin up the block in the car that shot 'Pac in
Lookin for Big's killers, in ridiculous
blue and red like I don't see the big deal is
Double barrel gauge bigger than Chris Wallace
Pissed off, Biggie and 'Pac just missed all this
all these cheap imitations get rich off 'em
and get dollars that shoulda been like they switched wallets
And amidst all Crist' poppin and wristwatches
I had to sit back and just watch and get nauseous
and walk with an empty bottle of Remi Martin
startin like some 26-year-old skinny Cartman ("God damnit!")
I'm anti-Backstreet and Martin
with to kill N'Sync, don't get me started
These fuckin brats sing and Britney's garbage
What's this bitch retarded? back my sixteen dollars
All I see is sissies in smiling
Whatever to whylin out and bein violent?
Whatever 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
groups make me sick
And I can't wait 'til I catch all you faggots in
I'ma it.. (hahaha)
Vanilla Ice like me (uh-uh)
Said some shit in Vibe to me (yup)
Then and dyed his hair just like me (hehe)
A bunch of little kids swear just like me
and run around screamin, "I don't care, bite me" (nah nah)
I think I was put here to the world
and destroy your little boy or girl
Plus I was put here to put fear in faggots who spray Root Beer
and call themselves "Clowns" cause look queer
and Silent Gay
Claimin Detroit, y'all live twenty miles away (fuckin punks)
And I don't wrestle, knock you fuckin faggots the fuck out
Ask 'em about the they was at when they snuck out
after they ducked out the back when they saw us and out
(AHHH!) down and got paintballs shot at they truck, blaow!
Look at y'all runnin your again
when you ain't seen a 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 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)
and see me on the streets alone
if you assholes doubt me (assholes me)
And if you wanna run your
then come take best shot at me (your best shot at me)

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

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