Luyện nghe bài hát Without Me

Trice.
Real name no

Two park girls go round the outside,
Round the outside, round the
Two park girls go round the outside,
Round the outside, round the

Guess who's back, back
back, tell a friend
Guess who's back, who's back?
Guess who's back, guess back?
Guess back, guess who's back?
Guess who's

I've created a monster, 'cause wants to see Marshall no more
They want Shady, I'm chopped
Well if you want Shady, then is what I'll give ya
A little bit of weed mixed with hard liquor
Some vodka will jump start my heart quicker
Then a shot when I get at the hospital
By the doctor when I'm not
When I'm the table while he's operating "Hey"
You waited this long to stop
'Cause I'm back, I'm on the rag and
I know you got a job Ms.
But your heart problem is complicated
So the F-C-C let me be or let me be me so let me see
They to shut me down on M-T-V
But it feels so empty me
So come on and dip, bum on lips
Fuck that, cum on your and some on your tits
And get ready 'cause this shit is to get heavy
I settled all my lawsuits, "Fuck you, Debbie!"

Now looks like a job for me
So just follow me
'Cause we a little controversy
'Cause it so empty without me
I said, this looks a job for me
So everybody follow me
'Cause we need a little
'Cause it so empty without me

Little hellions feeling rebellious
Embarrassed, their parents still to Elvis
They start like prisoners helpless
'Til someone along on a mission and yells "bitch"
A visionary, is scary,
Could start a revolution, the air waves a rebel
So let me just and bask
In the fact that I got kissing my ass
And it's a such a catastrophe
For you to see so much of my ass you ask for me
Well I'm back, nana-na na na nana-na na na
Fix your bent antenna, tune it in and then I'm gonna in endin' up
your skin like a splinter
The center of attention back for the
I'm interesting, the best since wrestling
in your kids ears and nesting
"Testing please"
Feel the soon as someone mentions me
Here's my ten cents, my two cents is
A nuisance, who sent, you for me?

a-taskit,
I go tit for tat anybody who's talking this shit and that shit
Chris Kirkpatrick, you can get ass kicked
Worse than them Limp Bizkit bastards
And Moby, you can get by Obie
You thirty six old bald headed fag, blow me
You don't know me, too old, let it go its over,
listens to Techno
Now lets go, give me the signal
I'll be with a whole list full of new insults
I've been dope, suspenseful with a
Ever since turned himself into a symbol
But sometimes this shit just
Everybody only wants to me
So must mean I'm disgusting
But it's me I'm just obscene
Though I'm not the first of controversy
I am the worst thing since Elvis
To do black music so
And use it to get wealthy
"Hey" there's a that works
Twenty million other white rappers
But no matter how fish in the sea
It will be so without me

Kids!