Luyện nghe bài hát Marshell Mathers

You I just don't get it
Last I was nobody
This year I'm records
Now wants to come around like I owe em somethin
Heh, the fuck you want from me, ten dollars?
Get the fuck out of

You see I'm, just Marshall (Marshall Mathers)
I'm just a guy,
I know why all the fuss about me (fuss about me)
ever gave a fuck before,
all they did was doubt me (did was me)
Now everybody wanna run they
and try to shots at me (take shots at me)

Yo, you might see me joggin, you see me walkin
You might see me a dead rottweiler dog
it's head chopped off in the park with a spiked collar
hollerin at him cause the son of a bitch won't barkin
(grrrr, ARF ARF) Or leanin out a window, with a cocked
Drivin up the block in the car that they shot in
Lookin for Big's killers, dressed in
blue and red like I see what the big deal is
Double barrel twelve gauge bigger than Chris
Pissed off, cause Biggie and 'Pac missed all this
Watchin all cheap imitations get rich off 'em
and get dollars shoulda been there's like they switched wallets
And amidst all this Crist' and wristwatches
I had to sit back and just watch and get nauseous
and walk around an empty bottle of Remi Martin
startin shit like some skinny Cartman ("God damnit!")
I'm anti-Backstreet and Ricky
with instincts to kill N'Sync, get me started
These fuckin brats can't sing and garbage
What's this bitch Gimme back my sixteen dollars
All I see is sissies in magazines
Whatever happened to out and bein violent?
Whatever happened to catchin a good-ol'
passionate ass-whoopin and gettin your shoes coat and your hat
New Kids on the Block, a lot of dick
Boy/girl groups make me
And I can't wait 'til I all you faggots in public
I'ma it.. (hahaha)
Vanilla Ice don't me (uh-uh)
Said shit in Vibe to spite me (yup)
Then went and dyed his hair just me (hehe)
A bunch of little kids wanna just like me
and run around screamin, "I don't care, bite me" (nah nah)
I I was put here to annoy the world
and your little 4-year-old boy or girl
Plus I was put to put fear in faggots who spray Faygo Root Beer
and call themselves "Clowns" cause they queer
and Silent 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 they ducked out the back they saw us and bugged out
(AHHH!) Ducked down and got paintballs at they truck, blaow!
Look at y'all your mouth again
when you ain't seen a fuckin Road, South of 10
And I don't need help, D-12, to beat up two females
in make-up, who may try to scratch me Lee Nails
"Slim Anus," you damn right, Slim
I don't get fucked in like you two little flaming faggots!

Chorus Two:

Cause I'm, Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm not a guy,
knock you out if you talk about me (you talk about me)
Come and see me on the alone
if you assholes me (assholes doubt me)
And if you wanna run mouth
then come take your best shot at me (your best 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 blonde mop that's on top
and this fucked up that I've got, I've gone pop?
The underground just around and did a 360
Now kids diss me and act like some big sissies
"Oh, he did some shit with Missy,
so now he thinks he's too big to do shit with MC Get-Bizzy"
My bitch mom's suin for ten million
She must want a dollar for every pill been stealin
Shit, where the fuck you think I picked up the
All I had to do was go in her room and lift up her
is it bitch, Mrs. Briggs or Ms. Mathers?
It doesn't matter you {*several seconds of faggot!
about I fabricated my past
He's just aggravated I won't in his ass (Uhh!)
So me, what the hell is a fella to do?
For every million I make, relative sues
Family fightin and over who wants to invite me to supper
All the sudden, I got 90 cousins (Hey it's me!)
A and sister who never seen me
or even bothered to call me until saw me on TV
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 to the newsstand
to buy this cheap-ass little with a food stamp
to the last page, flipped right fast
and what do I A picture of my big white ass
Okay, let me give you motherfuckers some
uhh, here - XL, DOUBLE XL
Now your magazine have so much trouble to sell
Ahh fuck it, I'll even buy a myself

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