Luyện nghe bài hát Marshell Mathers

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

You see I'm, just 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 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 dead dog
with it's head chopped off in the park with a spiked
hollerin at him cause the son of a bitch quit barkin
(grrrr, ARF ARF) Or leanin out a window, a cocked shotgun
Drivin up the block in the car they shot 'Pac in
Lookin for killers, dressed in ridiculous
and red like I don't see what the big deal is
Double barrel twelve gauge bigger Chris Wallace
Pissed off, cause Biggie and 'Pac missed all this
all these cheap imitations get rich off 'em
and get dollars shoulda been there's like they switched wallets
And all this Crist' poppin and wristwatches
I had to sit and just watch and just get nauseous
and walk around with an bottle of Remi Martin
startin shit like 26-year-old skinny Cartman ("God damnit!")
I'm and Ricky Martin
with instincts to N'Sync, don't get me started
fuckin brats can't sing and Britney's garbage
What's this bitch Gimme back my sixteen dollars
All I see is in magazines smiling
Whatever to whylin out and bein violent?
Whatever happened to catchin a good-ol'
passionate ass-whoopin and gettin your coat and your hat tooken?
New on the Block, sucked a lot of dick
Boy/girl groups make me
And I can't wait I catch all you faggots in public
I'ma it.. (hahaha)
Vanilla Ice like me (uh-uh)
Said some in Vibe to spite me (yup)
Then went and dyed his hair just me (hehe)
A bunch of kids wanna swear just like me
and run around screamin, "I don't care, bite me" (nah nah)
I think I was put here to annoy the
and destroy your little 4-year-old boy or
Plus I was put here to put fear in faggots who spray Root Beer
and call themselves "Clowns" they look queer
and Silent Gay
Claimin Detroit, when live twenty miles away (fuckin punks)
And I wrestle, I'll knock you fuckin faggots the fuck out
Ask 'em about the club they was at when they out
they ducked out the back when they saw us and bugged out
(AHHH!) Ducked down and got shot at they truck, blaow!
Look at y'all runnin your mouth
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 me with Lee Nails
"Slim Anus," you damn right, Anus
I don't get fucked in mine like you two flaming faggots!

Two: Eminem

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

Is it because you me that y'all expect so much of me?
You little groupie bitch, get off me, go fuck
Now because of this mop that's on top
and this up head that I've got, I've gone pop?
The underground spunned around and did a 360
Now these kids diss me and act like some big
"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 been 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 I fabricated my past
He's just I won't ejaculate in his ass (Uhh!)
So tell me, the hell is a fella to do?
For every million I make, relative sues
fightin and fussin over who wants to invite me to supper
All the sudden, I got 90 some (Hey it's me!)
A half-brother and sister who seen me
or even bothered to me until they saw me on TV
Now everybody's so happy and
I'm finally allowed to foot 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
Skipped to the page, flipped right fast
and what do I A picture of my big white ass
Okay, let me give you motherfuckers help:
uhh, here - XL, DOUBLE XL
Now your magazine have so much trouble to sell
Ahh fuck it, I'll even buy a couple

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