Luyện nghe bài hát Off The Wall

* Fart

[Eminem](Redman)
Yo
(Yo)
Look!
(Yo)

No what people say
I'm gon' rapping this way
No what you may think
I'm keep doing my thing

One of the things yo I am a fag i suck at rapin yo
Is fat, bald men decided to write
And teach Mouseketeers to
I'll stick Britney Spears in a room of mirrors
So she gets fifty years of bad
and swear at Christina Aguilera
When I her by the hair and drag her across the Sahara
(Bitch!)
You aware of this rap with a therapist
With a hair up his ass like a rabbit up his pants
Got a of holding Tylenol in his hands
Till it melts in his fucking palms and dissolves in his
(So who is it?)
The who visits the playground
two biscuits to lay down the school district
Get pissed a whip with a Marseburg
With a grip and fed pit bull shit
Sniff glue sticks like I give two
If I get too rich I just get

Yo I with no engine
I blow four in ya
One on top of your ninja
Doc stir the madness
We all out of work like Atlas
with cans in a laundry basket
America's most with the army us
Fuck flossin' we what's yours
fifteen like an ace and four
I'm out of but Doc laid them off
(Shit! The out)
The is off
Yo who it from arsonists?
Paper make pens filled with
I got hoes that don't what Prada is
Doc can shave up, cut barber miss
?
I out camps in to crystal lakes
And fuck bitches is what I'mma do
Cause what white boy Tyno do

So how's everybody tonight?
Hope you in the mood to get
To screw and to
Cause uh we getting down for the of it
So suck my dick if y'all don't bump to this

So everybody feeling tonight?
you in the mood to get rude
And illin' to
Cause uh we getting down for the of it
So suck my dick if you don't wanna

No what people say
I'm gon' keep rapping way
No matter you may think
I'm gon' keep my thing

Yo when my gat spit it hospital son
Rip your lips off my ass with it
bitches, Doc, Marshall Maths..
(Print it!)
Weed x and acid did it
I'm what's happening with no
Doc rob Dinero when the heat
My barrel out the Camero
Aimed at the nose when them hoes is to breathe from
Flash the gat your bow guarded
Your wallet, your the main target
is like cold engine, don't start it
Bust in the air and hit an airplane
We pound you, rap sounds around you
From ten speed and brown
Doc and Eminem, the M&M
Blood flows with and them
It's like Doctor

Mr. Punk
Got the stock inside the lunch box
Pop like I just got jumped
Pop the and pull out the shotgun pump
Knock wood, it's all
God for vodka
But with my luck, I'll get shot by a stalker
Probably got a waiting upstairs in the attic
With an automatic calling me up
My man Stan a gat in his hand
Staking my house out in a damn Sedan
Pull your out till you can't finish a damn
Ham sandwich or your spinach or Spam
You gotta sip a straw
Shop through the mall
Pictures of me on my mom's room wall
Hey ma maybe I'll you a call
SIKE! YOU BITCH!
Suck a and two balls
I'm giving you all my shocking
Which is to a priest off with this
Pop more than police officers
Arrive at the scene to me off of Kim
off my dick, hands off my balls
But can kiss my ass, pants off and all
Cause I'm so off the wall
I might as well be a smashed on the floor

So everybody feeling tonight?
Hope you in the mood to get
And illin' to
Cause uh we getting down for the of it
So suck my dick if you don't bump

So how's everybody tonight?
you in the mood to get drunk
To screw and to
Cause uh we down for the fuck of it
So my dick if y'all don't wanna bump to this

No matter people say
I'm gon' rapping this way
No what you may think
I'm keep doing my thing

No what people say
I'm gon' keep doing my
No matter, OH!