Luyện nghe bài hát Off The Wall

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[Eminem](Redman)
Yo
(Yo)
Look!
(Yo)

No matter what say
I'm gon' rapping this way
No matter what you may
I'm gon' doing my thing

One of the worst things yo I am a fag i at rapin yo
Is fat, bald men decided to songs
And teach Mouseketeers to
I'll Britney Spears in a room full of mirrors
So she gets fifty years of bad
Club and swear at Aguilera
I grab her by the hair and drag her across the Sahara
(Bitch!)
You aware of rap terrorist with a therapist
With a hair up his ass like a rabbit up his pants
Got a of holding Tylenol in his hands
Till it melts in his fucking and dissolves in his glands
(So who is it?)
The fool who visits the
With two biscuits to lay the school district
Get pissed with a whip a Marseburg
With a pistol and fed pit bull shit
Sniff glue like I give two shits
If I get too I just get sued

Yo I leave no engine
After I blow in ya
One handstand on top of your
Crashin' Doc the madness
We all out of work like Tony
Walking with cans in a laundry
America's with the army after us
Fuck flossin' we take yours
Unload like an ace and four
I'm out of but Doc laid them off
(Shit! The out)
The is off
Yo who target it from
Paper make filled with arsenic
I got hoes that don't what Prada is
Doc can shave up, cut your barber
?
I turn out in to crystal lakes
And fuck bitches face is I'mma do
Cause that's what boy Tyno do

So how's doing tonight?
you in the mood to get drunk
To screw and to
uh we getting down for the fuck of it
So suck my dick if don't wanna bump to this

So everybody feeling tonight?
Hope you in the mood to get
And to fight
Cause uh we getting down for the of it
So suck my dick if you don't wanna

No matter people say
I'm keep rapping this way
No what you may think
I'm gon' doing my thing

Yo when my gat spit it hospital son
Rip your off kiss my ass with it
bitches, Doc, Marshall Maths..
(Print it!)
Weed x and tabs did it
I'm happening with no rerun
Doc rob Dinero when the heat
My barrel out the Camero
at the nose when them hoes is hard to breathe from
Flash the gat town bow guarded
Your wallet, your the main target
Beef is cold engine, don't start it
Bust in the air and hit an pilot
We you, rap surround sounds around you
From ten speed and brown
Doc and Eminem, the M&M
Blood with 2Paclypse and them
It's Funk Doctor

Mr. Punk
Got the drug inside the lunch box
Pop junk I just got jumped
Pop the and pull out the shotgun pump
Knock wood, it's all
God for vodka
But my luck, I'll probably get shot by a stalker
Probably got a Fanatic waiting in the attic
With an automatic me up there
My man Stan with a gat in his
my house out in a damn tinted Sedan
Pull your mouth out you can't finish a damn
Ham sandwich or your spinach or Spam
You sip through a straw
Shop lift the mall
Pictures of me on my living room wall
Hey ma I'll give you a call
SIKE! YOU BITCH!
a dick and two balls
I'm you all my shocking script
is to piss a priest off with this
Pop more pills than police
Arrive at the to pull me off of Kim
Teeth off my dick, hands off my
But y'all can my ass, pants off and all
Cause I'm so off the wall
I might as well be a painting smashed on the

So everybody feeling tonight?
Hope you in the mood to get
And to fight
Cause uh we down for the fuck of it
So suck my dick if you don't wanna

So how's everybody doing
you in the mood to get drunk
To and to fight
Cause uh we getting down for the of it
So suck my if y'all don't wanna bump to this

No matter people say
I'm gon' keep rapping way
No what you may think
I'm keep doing my thing

No what people say
I'm gon' keep doing my
No matter, OH!