Luyện nghe bài hát Marshell Mathers

You know I don't get it
Last I was nobody
This I'm sellin records
Now everybody wants to come around like I owe em
Heh, the fuck you want me, ten million dollars?
Get the out of here

You see I'm, just Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm just a 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 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 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
Drivin up the in the car that they shot 'Pac in
Lookin for Big's killers, in ridiculous
blue and red I don't see what the big deal is
Double barrel twelve gauge bigger than Wallace
Pissed off, cause Biggie and 'Pac just missed all
Watchin all cheap imitations get rich off 'em
and get dollars that shoulda been there's they switched wallets
And amidst all Crist' poppin and wristwatches
I had to sit back and just watch and get nauseous
and walk around an empty bottle of Remi Martin
shit like some 26-year-old skinny Cartman ("God damnit!")
I'm anti-Backstreet and Martin
with instincts to N'Sync, don't get me started
fuckin brats can't sing and Britney's garbage
What's this bitch retarded? Gimme back my dollars
All I see is sissies in magazines
Whatever happened to out and bein violent?
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
groups make me sick
And I can't wait 'til I catch all you in public
I'ma it.. (hahaha)
Ice don't like me (uh-uh)
Said some in Vibe to spite me (yup)
went and dyed his hair just like me (hehe)
A bunch of little kids wanna swear just me
and run around screamin, "I care, just bite me" (nah nah)
I think I was put here to annoy the
and destroy your 4-year-old boy or girl
Plus I was put here to put fear in faggots who spray Root Beer
and call themselves "Clowns" cause they queer
Faggot2Dope and Gay
Claimin Detroit, when y'all live miles away (fuckin punks)
And I wrestle, I'll knock you fuckin faggots the fuck out
Ask 'em about the club they was at they snuck out
after ducked out the back when they saw us and bugged out
(AHHH!) down and got paintballs shot at they truck, blaow!
Look at runnin your mouth again
when you ain't seen a fuckin Road, South of 10
And I don't need help, from D-12, to up two females
in make-up, who may try to me with Lee Nails
"Slim Anus," you right, Slim Anus
I don't get fucked in mine like you two little faggots!

Chorus Two:

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

Is it because you love me that expect so much of me?
You groupie bitch, get off me, go fuck Puffy
Now of this blonde mop that's on top
and this fucked up head that I've got, I've 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 with MC Get-Bizzy"
My bitch mom's suin for ten million
She must 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 lift up her
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 me, what the hell is a fella to do?
For every million I make, another sues
Family fightin and 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 bothered to call me until they saw me on TV
Now so happy and proud
I'm finally to step foot in my girlfriend's house
Hey-hey! And then to top it off, I to the newsstand
to buy cheap-ass little magazine with a food stamp
Skipped to the last page, right fast
and what do I see? A picture of my big ass
Okay, let me give you motherfuckers some
uhh, - DOUBLE XL, DOUBLE XL
Now your shouldn't have so much trouble to sell
Ahh fuck it, I'll even buy a couple

One (2X)