Luyện nghe bài hát Marshell Mathers

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

You see I'm, Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm just a guy,
I don't why all the fuss about me (fuss about me)
Nobody gave a fuck before,
all they did was doubt me (did was me)
Now wanna run they mouth
and try to take shots at me (take at me)

Yo, you see me joggin, you might 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 the son of a bitch won't quit barkin
(grrrr, ARF ARF) Or out a window, with a cocked shotgun
up the block in the car that they shot 'Pac in
Lookin for Big's killers, dressed in
and red like I don't see what the big deal is
Double barrel gauge bigger than Chris Wallace
Pissed off, cause Biggie and 'Pac just all this
all these cheap imitations get rich off 'em
and get dollars that been there's like they switched wallets
And amidst all this Crist' and wristwatches
I had to sit and just watch and just get nauseous
and walk around with an empty bottle of Remi
startin shit like some 26-year-old Cartman ("God damnit!")
I'm anti-Backstreet and Martin
with instincts to N'Sync, don't get me started
These fuckin brats can't and Britney's garbage
this bitch retarded? Gimme back my sixteen dollars
All I see is sissies in magazines
Whatever happened to whylin out and violent?
happened to catchin a good-ol' fashioned
passionate and gettin your shoes coat and your hat tooken?
New Kids on the Block, a lot of dick
Boy/girl make me sick
And I wait 'til I catch all you faggots in public
I'ma it.. (hahaha)
Vanilla Ice like me (uh-uh)
Said shit in Vibe to spite me (yup)
Then went and his hair just like me (hehe)
A bunch of little kids wanna just like me
and run around screamin, "I care, just bite me" (nah nah)
I think I was put here to the world
and your little 4-year-old boy or girl
Plus I was put here to put fear in faggots who Faygo Root Beer
and call themselves "Clowns" they look queer
and Silent Gay
Claimin Detroit, when y'all twenty miles away (fuckin punks)
And I wrestle, I'll knock you fuckin faggots 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
(AHHH!) Ducked down and got shot at they truck, blaow!
Look at y'all runnin your mouth
when you ain't seen a fuckin Mile Road, of 10
And I need help, from D-12, to beat up two females
in make-up, who may try to me with Lee Nails
"Slim Anus," you damn right, Anus
I don't get fucked in mine like you two flaming faggots!

Chorus Two:

Cause I'm, just Marshall (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 doubt me (assholes doubt me)
And if you run your mouth
then come take best shot at me (your best shot at me)

Is it because you me that y'all expect so much of me?
You little groupie bitch, get off me, go fuck
Now because of this blonde mop on top
and this fucked up that I've got, I've gone pop?
The underground spunned 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 some shit MC Get-Bizzy"
My fuckin bitch 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 and lift up her mattress
Which is it bitch, Mrs. Briggs or Ms.
It doesn't matter you {*several of silence*} faggot!
about I fabricated my past
He's just aggravated I won't in his ass (Uhh!)
So tell me, what the hell is a to do?
For every I make, another relative sues
Family fightin and fussin over who wants to me to supper
All the sudden, I got 90 some (Hey it's me!)
A half-brother and who never seen me
or even bothered to call me they saw me on TV
Now so happy and proud
I'm allowed to step foot in my girlfriend's house
Hey-hey! And then to top it off, I walked to the
to buy this cheap-ass little magazine with a food
Skipped to the last page, flipped right
and what do I see? A picture of my big ass
Okay, let me give you some help:
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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