Luyện nghe bài hát Low, Down, Dirty

Warning, this shit's be rated R, restricted
You see this hole in my neck? It's self inflicted
Doctor my momma, "Bitch you got a sick kid"
Arrested, molested and got convicted

Wearing visors, and disguises
'Cause my split personality is having an identity
I'm Dr. Hyde and Mr. Jekyll,
Hearing voices in my head these whispers echo
"Murder Redrum"

Brain of a bread crumb
Which drug will I end up dead
Inebriated, till my is elevated
How in the fuck can Eminem and be related?

Illiterate, illegitimate spitter
Bitch getter, hid in the like Margot Kidder
out killed the bitch and did her
Use to let the babysitter my dick when I was little'er

Smoke a while I'm titty fuckin' Bette Midler
Sniper, on your roof like the Fiddler
thought I was gonna rhyme with Riddler
Didn't Ya? Bring your bitch, I wanna see if dick gon' fit in her

I'm low and I'm shiftee
And if you hear a man that like me smack him
And ask him the fuck did he get his damn raps from
I'm low and I'm shiftee
And if you hear a man that sounds like me him
And ask him where the did he get his damn raps from

I tunes, I'm out this world like Space Moons
With a bunch loons dismissin' brains like braze wounds
Nothing but idiots and misfits, dip
Doing whip pits, passed out Sanford snip pits

Where's the weed, I wanna tamper it
let your grandpa hit it
Mix it up with cocaine so her forget it
it, maybe I'm a bum

But I was put on this to make your baby mama cum
So what I'm on is way beyond the or any alcoholic beverage
all of my leverage
Went up the First National Bank broke, and left rich

Walking causing wreckage, smoked out like Eckridge
Band just making my itch, what the fuck? Gimme the tech bitch
You just lost your tip, there's a pubic hair in my
Got shit popping off like cap tips
Get your cap peeled like the dead skin of your chapped lips

Slap hips, support domestic
Beat your bitches ass while your kids in silence
I'm just joking, is Dozen's really dust smoking?
If all your shit's missing, than one of us broke in

I'm low down and I'm
And if you a man that sounds like me smack him
And ask him where the did he get his damn raps from
I'm low down and I'm
And if you a man that sounds like me smack him
And ask him where the fuck did he get his damn from

My head's ringing, like it was Sense tingling
Lit it like Green Bay did when they on New England
I'm out the game, put the second in
This Brandy got my

Bobbing back and forth like a
Delinquent, toking with Broken English
Make your mama be like "Oh, is good, who sing this?"
Slim Shady, his tape is dope, I it
It's rugged, but he needs to quit talking all drug shit

It was by a medic
I'd grow to be an addicted
Living off Triametic
Pathetic, but I don't think this ever vanishing

Panicking, I think I might have took too much Anacin
Manaquin, posted stiffer than a statue
I think I'm dying, God is you?
Somebody help me, I OD on an LP

Take me to ER for an IV
JLB, they don't support no hip hop
They say that's where it ends, the closest they gon' come is
It's politics, all a fix

Setup by white blue collared hicks
Just to make a dollar off of black
With a ball of tricks
But those can kiss ass and dicks

I'm low and I'm shiftee
And if you hear a man that sounds me smack him
And ask him where the did he get his damn raps from
I'm low and I'm shiftee
And if you hear a man that like me smack him
And ask him where the fuck did he get his raps from