Luyện nghe bài hát Marshell Mathers

You know I don't get it
Last I was nobody
This I'm sellin records
Now everybody to come around like I owe em somethin
Heh, the fuck you want 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 about me (fuss me)
Nobody ever gave a before,
all they did was me (did was doubt me)
Now everybody run they mouth
and try to shots at me (take shots at me)

Yo, you might see me joggin, you see me walkin
You might see me walkin a 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 leanin out a window, with a cocked
up the block in the car that they shot 'Pac in
Lookin for Big's killers, dressed in
blue and red like I don't see the big deal is
Double barrel twelve gauge bigger than Chris
Pissed off, cause Biggie and 'Pac just all this
Watchin all these imitations get rich off 'em
and get dollars that shoulda been there's like 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 bottle of Remi Martin
startin shit like some skinny Cartman ("God damnit!")
I'm anti-Backstreet and Ricky
with to kill N'Sync, don't get me started
These fuckin can't sing and Britney's garbage
What's bitch retarded? Gimme back my sixteen dollars
All I see is sissies in smiling
Whatever happened to whylin out and bein
Whatever happened to a good-ol' fashioned
passionate and gettin your shoes coat and your hat tooken?
New Kids on the Block, sucked a lot of
Boy/girl groups make me
And I can't wait I catch all you faggots in public
love it.. (hahaha)
Vanilla Ice don't me (uh-uh)
some shit in Vibe to spite me (yup)
Then went and dyed his just like me (hehe)
A bunch of little kids wanna just like me
and run around screamin, "I don't care, bite me" (nah nah)
I think I was put here to annoy the
and destroy your little 4-year-old boy or
Plus I was put here to put fear in faggots who Faygo Root Beer
and call themselves "Clowns" cause look queer
Faggot2Dope and Gay
Claimin Detroit, when live twenty miles away (fuckin punks)
And I don't wrestle, I'll knock you fuckin faggots the out
Ask 'em about the club was at when they snuck out
after they ducked out the when they saw us and bugged out
(AHHH!) Ducked down and got shot at they truck, blaow!
Look at y'all runnin mouth again
when you ain't seen a Mile Road, South of 10
And I don't help, from D-12, to beat up two females
in make-up, who may try to scratch me with Lee
"Slim Anus," you right, Slim Anus
I don't get fucked in like you two little flaming faggots!

Chorus Two:

Cause I'm, just Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm not a guy,
I'll knock you out if you talk me (you talk about me)
Come and see me on the streets
if you assholes doubt me (assholes me)
And if you wanna run mouth
then come take best shot at me (your best shot at me)

Is it because you love me that y'all so much of me?
You groupie bitch, get off me, go fuck Puffy
Now because of this blonde mop on top
and this fucked up that I've got, I've gone pop?
The underground just around and did a 360
Now these kids me and act like some big sissies
"Oh, he just did some shit Missy,
so now he thinks he's too big to do some shit MC Get-Bizzy"
My fuckin bitch suin for ten million
She want a dollar for every pill I've been stealin
Shit, where the you think I picked 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 doesn't matter you seconds of silence*} faggot!
Talkin about I my past
just aggravated I won't ejaculate in his ass (Uhh!)
So tell me, the hell is a fella to do?
For every million I make, another sues
fightin and fussin over who wants to invite me to supper
All the sudden, I got 90 some cousins (Hey me!)
A half-brother and sister who never me
or even to call me until they saw me on TV
Now everybody's so happy and
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 magazine with a food stamp
to the last page, flipped right fast
and what do I see? A picture of my big ass
Okay, let me you motherfuckers some help:
uhh, here - XL, DOUBLE XL
Now your magazine shouldn't have so trouble to sell
Ahh fuck it, I'll buy a couple myself

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