Luyện nghe bài hát Marshall Mathers

You know I just get it
Last I was nobody
This year I'm records
Now everybody wants to come around I owe 'em somethin'
The fuck you from me, ten million dollars?
Get the out of here

You see I'm Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm a regular guy,
I don't know why all the fuss me (fuss about me)
ever gave a fuck before,
All did was doubt me (did was doubt me)
Now everybody want to run they
And take shots at me (take at me)

Yo, you might see me joggin', you might see me
You might see me walkin' a dead dog
With it's head chopped off in the with a spiked collar
at him cause the son of a bitch won't quit barkin'
Or leanin' out a window, a cocked shotgun
up the block in the car that they shot 'Pac in
Lookin' for Big's killers, ridiculous
Blue and red I don't see what the big deal is
Double barrel twelve thinkin' of Chris Wallace
Pissed off, cause Biggie and 'Pac missed all this
Watchin' all these cheap get rich off 'em
And get dollars that should of been there's like they switched
And amidst all Crist' poppin' and wristwatches
I had to sit back and just and just get nauseous
And walk around with an empty bottle of Remi
Startin' shit like twenty-six-year-old skinny Cartman ("God damnit!")
I'm anti-Backstreet and Martin
instincts to kill N'Sync, don't get me started
These fuckin' brats can't sing and 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 a good-ol' fashioned
Passionate ass-whoopin' and gettin' your coat and your hat tooken?
New on the Block, sucked a lot of dick
Boy-girl groups me sick
And I can't wait I catch all you fagots in public
I'm a it (ha ha ha)

Ice don't like me (uh-uh)
Said some shit in to spite me (yup)
Then went and dyed his hair just me (he he)
A of little kids want to swear just like me
And run screamin', "I don't care, just bite me" (nah nah)
I I was put here to annoy the world
And destroy little four-year-old boy or girl
Plus I was put here to put fear in fagots who spray Faygo Root
And call "Clowns" cause they look queer
Fagot you to Dope and Gay
Claimin' Detroit, when live twenty miles away (fuckin' punks)
And I don't wrestle, I'll knock you fuckin' the fuck out
Ask 'em about the club was at when they snuck out
After ducked out the back when they saw us and bugged out
(Ah!) Ducked down and got paint shot at they truck, blaow!
at y'all runnin' your mouth again
When you ain't seen a fuckin' Road, south of ten
And I don't need help, from D-12, to up two females
In make-up, who may try to scratch me with Lee
"Slim Anus," you damn right, Slim
I don't get fucked in mine like you two little fagots!

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

Is it because you love me y'all expect so much of me?
You little groupie bitch, get off me, go Puffy
Now because of this mop that's on top
And fucked up head that I've got, I've gone pop?
The just spunned around and did a three sixty
Now these kids dis me and act like some big
"Oh, he did some shit with Missy,
So now he he's too big to do some shit with M-C Get-Bizzy"
My fuckin' bitch mom's suin' for ten
She must a dollar for every pill I've been stealin'
Shit, where the fuck you think I up the habit?
All I had to do was go in her room and up her mattress
is it bitch, Mrs. Briggs or Ms. Mathers?
It matter you fagot!
Talkin' I fabricated my past
He's just I won't ejaculate in his ass (Uh!)
So tell me, what the hell is a to do?
For million I make, another relative sues
Family fightin' and over who wants to invite me to supper
All the sudden, I got ninety-some cousins (Hey me!)
A half-brother and who never seen me
Or even bothered to call me until saw me on T-V
Now everybody's so happy and
I'm finally allowed to step foot in my girlfriend's
Hey-hey! And then to top it off, I walked to the
To buy this cheap-ass little magazine a food stamp
Skipped to the last page, flipped right
And do I see? A picture of my big white ass
Okay, let me give you some help
Uh, here, X-L, double X-L
Now your magazine shouldn't so much trouble to sell
Ah fuck it, even buy a couple myself

'Cause I'm just Marshall (Marshall Mathers)
I'm a regular guy,
I don't know why all the fuss me (fuss about me)
Nobody gave a fuck before,
All they did was doubt me (did was me)
Now want to run they mouth
And take shots at me (take at me)

'Cause I'm just Marshall (Marshall Mathers)
I'm just a guy,
I don't why all the fuss about me (fuss about me)
Nobody ever a fuck before,
All did was doubt me (did was doubt me)
Now everybody want to run mouth
And take shots at me (take at me)