Luyện nghe bài hát Brainless

Eminem Has a line of chainsaws

Marshall Mathers, Eminem, the rapper,
Who can say for
Perhaps a frontal would be the answer
If science can operate on this brain and put it to good use
Society will a great benefit

I around like a space cadet, place your bets
Who's likely to become a serial killer? Case of
Fuck, fuck, fuck! Can't take the
I make a as the day progresses
Angry and it out on the neighbors hedges
Like this is how I'll cut face up bitches
With these trimming scissors with razor edges
dangerous, it's the only way to escape this mess
And make the of this situation, I guess
'Cause I feel like a little bitch, this predicament's
I'm sick of getting pushed, it's ridiculous
I look a freaking wuss, a pussy
This kid just took my stick of
And threw my sticker books in a pricker
I wanna kick his tush, but I was six and
fucker was 12 and was 6 foot, with a vicious hook
He hit me, I fell, I got back up, all I did was book, now there's your head

Mama always 'If you had a brain, you'd be dangerous
A brain be dangerous' (Mama could be wrong)
Mama, Ima grow a name and be
And be a pain in the anus
(Mama be wrong)
I'mma use my head as a
Find a way to escape this
Mama always said 'Son, If you had a brain, be dangerous
it pays to be brainless

Fast forward some later
A teenager, this is a fun,
I got jumped twice in one week, it's complete
It's once a month, this is some feat I've accomplished
They've stomped me into the mud gee for reason, you stumped me
But how do you get the shit out of you, be down and be upbeat
When you have no-thing, no valid shot at life
Chance To make it or
'Cause you're doomed the start
It's you grew up on drug street, from jump street
But if I had kept my head up my ass
I could any task
Practicing trash talking in a
Locked in my yeah but I got some plans mama
These damn rhymes are
Out of my pants pocket I can't it
And I'm starting to blend in more, school this shit helps for
I'm getting self assured than I've ever been before
Plus no one on me anymore, I done put a stop to that
my first punch, end of story
Still in my a vacant, empty void
Been it more as a bin for storage
Take some inventory and as gorge as a engine door hinge syringe an orange an extension cord and a Ninja sword
Not to mention four lynch pins and a stringent stored ironing board a a wrench or winch and a tangent whore
Everything but a brain, but dome's off the fucking
an independent store, something's wrong with my head
Just think if I had a brain in it, God that I don't
Cause I'd probably be Dahmer cause mama always

'If you had a brain, be dangerous
A brain you'd be (Mama could be wrong)
Mama, Ima a name and be famous
And I'mma be a pain in the
(Mama be wrong)
I'mma use my as a weapon
Find a way to this insaneness
Mama said 'Son, If you had a brain, you'd be dangerous
Guess it pays to be

Now my mum goes "womp womp"
Cause I'm not that smart but I'm not
I was on a bottom of the pile stomped
But somehow, I out on top

I told you one day, I they'd have that red carpet rolled out, yo
I'm nice, yo, fuck it I'm out
Now I go, they scream out 'Go'
I'm to clean house, yo
I'm Lysol, now I'm just
Outsold the sell outs, the hell out
Middle America, hear them out
In terror they so scared, and those kids
about, belted out
Whatever spout it fell out
Of my smartaleck mouth, it was so
Inappropriate, so be it, I see it
Maybe one day when the smoke clears, it be as
Motherfuckin' difficult, ch'yea, til
you little homos get over your fears and grow beards
It's okay to be straight, they said I provoke queers
Til emotions tears, my whole careers a stroke of sheer genius
Smoke and mirrors, tactical, practical jokes,
You motherfuckin' insult here
Who the fuck thunk that one little lone MC would be able to take the whole culture and re-upholstery it
And boy did flock
Can't this little hick locked
hip hop shit in his pocket and still the shit got
That white trash and gridlock
Shit happened like a six from a Kid Rock
Insane Clown Concert in mid Oc-tober
And got forbid I see a wizard and get a in my titanium cranium dog
Cause I turn into the unabomber always said

'If you had a brain, be dangerous
A brain be dangerous' (Mama could be wrong)
Mama, Ima grow a name and be
And be a pain in the anus
(Mama be wrong)
use my head as a weapon
Find a way to escape insaneness
Mama always 'Son, If you had a brain, you'd be dangerous
Guess it to be brainless

Insaneness ain't even a word you stupid
Neither is