Luyện nghe bài hát Without Me

Trice.
Real no gimmicks

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

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

I've created a monster, 'cause wants to see Marshall no more
They want Shady, I'm liver
Well if you want Shady, then is what I'll give ya
A little bit of weed mixed with some liquor
Some vodka that will jump my heart quicker
Then a shot when I get at the hospital
By the doctor I'm not cooperating
When I'm rocking the table while operating "Hey"
You waited this long to debating
I'm back, I'm on the rag and ovulating
I know you got a job Ms.
But your husband's heart problem is
So the F-C-C let me be or let me be me so let me see
They tried to shut me down on
But it feels so without me
So on and dip, bum on your lips
that, cum on your lips and some on your tits
And get ready 'cause this shit is to get heavy
I just all my lawsuits, "Fuck you, Debbie!"

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

Little hellions kids feeling
Embarrassed, their parents still to Elvis
They feeling like prisoners helpless
'Til someone along on a mission and yells "bitch"
A visionary, is scary,
Could start a revolution, pollutin' the air a rebel
So let me just revel and
In the that I got everyone kissing my ass
And a disaster such a catastrophe
For you to see so damn of my ass you ask for me
I'm back, nana-na na na nana-na na na kshh
Fix your bent antenna, tune it in and then I'm gonna enter in up
Under your skin like a
The of attention back for the winter
I'm interesting, the best thing wrestling
Infesting in your kids ears and
"Testing please"
Feel the tension as someone mentions me
my ten cents, my two cents is free
A nuisance, who sent, you for me?

a-taskit,
I go tit for tat with anybody who's talking this shit and shit
Kirkpatrick, you can get your ass kicked
Worse than them little Limp bastards
And Moby, you can get stomped by
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
be there with a whole list full of new insults
I've dope, suspenseful with a pencil
since Prince turned himself into a symbol
But sometimes this shit seems
only wants to discuss me
So must mean I'm disgusting
But it's just me I'm obscene
Though I'm not the first king of
I am the worst since Elvis Presley
To do music so selfishly
And use it to get wealthy
"Hey" there's a concept works
million other white rappers emerge
But no how many fish in the sea
It will be so empty me

Kids!