Luyện nghe bài hát Off The Wall

* Fart

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

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

One of the worst things yo I am a fag i at rapin yo
Is fat, bald men to write songs
And teach to sing
I'll stick Britney Spears in a full of mirrors
So she fifty years of bad luck
Club and swear at Aguilera
When I 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 a rabbit crawled up his pants
Got a of holding Tylenol in his hands
Till it in his fucking palms and dissolves in his glands
(So who is it?)
The who visits the playground
two biscuits to lay down the school district
Get pissed with a with a Marseburg
With a pistol grip and fed pit bull
Sniff glue sticks like I two shits
If I get too rich I just get

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

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

So how's feeling tonight?
Hope you in the mood to get
And illin' to
uh we getting down for the fuck of it
So my dick if you don't wanna bump

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

Yo when my gat it hospital son admitted
Rip your off kiss my ass with it
bitches, Doc, Marshall Maths..
(Print it!)
Weed x and acid did it
I'm what's happening no rerun
Doc rob Dinero when the come
My hangs out the Camero
at the nose when them hoes is hard to breathe from
Flash the gat your town bow
Your wallet, your chain the main
Beef is like cold engine, don't it
Bust in the air and hit an pilot
We pound you, rap sounds around you
From ten speed and shoe
Doc and Eminem, the M&M
Blood flows with and them
like Funk Doctor

Mr. Punk
Got the stock inside the lunch box
Pop junk like I just got
Pop the trunk and pull out the pump
Knock wood, it's all
God for vodka
But with my luck, I'll probably get by a stalker
Probably got a Fanatic upstairs in the attic
With an automatic me up there
My man Stan with a gat in his
Staking my out in a damn tinted Sedan
Pull your mouth out till you can't a damn
Ham sandwich or your spinach or Spam
You gotta sip a straw
Shop lift through the
Pictures of me on my mom's 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
Which is to a priest off with this
Pop more pills than officers
Arrive at the to pull me off of Kim
Teeth off my dick, hands off my
But y'all can kiss my ass, off and all
I'm so goddamn off the wall
I might as well be a smashed on the floor

So how's feeling tonight?
Hope you in the mood to get
And illin' to
uh we getting down for the fuck of it
So my dick if you don't wanna bump

So how's everybody tonight?
Hope you in the 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

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

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