Luyện nghe bài hát Marshell Mathers

You I just 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, just Marshall (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 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 dead dog
with it's head off in the park with a spiked collar
at him cause the son of a bitch won't quit barkin
(grrrr, ARF ARF) Or leanin out a window, a cocked shotgun
Drivin up the block in the car that they shot in
Lookin for Big's killers, dressed in
blue and red like I don't see what the big is
Double barrel twelve gauge than Chris Wallace
Pissed off, cause Biggie and 'Pac just missed all
Watchin all these cheap imitations get off 'em
and get dollars that shoulda been there's like switched wallets
And all this Crist' poppin and wristwatches
I had to sit back and watch and just get nauseous
and walk around an empty bottle of Remi Martin
startin shit some 26-year-old skinny Cartman ("God damnit!")
I'm anti-Backstreet and Martin
with instincts to kill N'Sync, don't get me
These fuckin brats can't sing and Britney's
What's this bitch Gimme back my sixteen dollars
All I see is sissies in smiling
Whatever to whylin out and bein violent?
happened to catchin a good-ol' fashioned
passionate ass-whoopin and gettin shoes coat and your hat tooken?
New on the Block, sucked a lot of dick
Boy/girl groups make me
And I can't wait I catch all you faggots in public
love it.. (hahaha)
Vanilla Ice like me (uh-uh)
Said some in Vibe to spite me (yup)
Then went and dyed his hair like me (hehe)
A bunch of little kids wanna swear like me
and run around screamin, "I don't care, just me" (nah nah)
I think I was put here to the world
and destroy your 4-year-old boy or girl
Plus I was put here to put in faggots who spray Faygo Root Beer
and themselves "Clowns" cause they look queer
Faggot2Dope and Gay
Claimin Detroit, when y'all live twenty miles (fuckin punks)
And I wrestle, I'll knock you fuckin faggots the fuck out
Ask 'em about the they was at when they snuck out
they ducked out the back when they saw us and bugged out
(AHHH!) down and got paintballs shot at they truck, blaow!
at y'all 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 scratch me with Lee
"Slim Anus," you damn right, Slim
I don't get fucked in mine you two little flaming faggots!

Chorus Two:

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

Is it because you love me that y'all expect so of me?
You groupie bitch, get off me, go fuck Puffy
Now because of this blonde mop on top
and this fucked up head that got, I've gone pop?
The just spunned around and did a 360
Now kids diss me and act like some big sissies
"Oh, he did some shit with Missy,
so now he thinks he's too big to do shit with MC Get-Bizzy"
My fuckin mom's suin for ten million
She want a dollar for every pill I've been stealin
Shit, where the fuck you think I picked up the
All I had to do was go in her room and lift up her
is it bitch, Mrs. Briggs or Ms. Mathers?
It doesn't matter you {*several of silence*} faggot!
Talkin about I my past
He's just aggravated I won't in his ass (Uhh!)
So tell me, what the is a fella to do?
For every million I make, relative sues
Family fightin and fussin over who to invite me to supper
All the sudden, I got 90 some cousins (Hey me!)
A and sister who never seen me
or bothered to call me until they saw me on TV
Now everybody's so happy and
I'm finally allowed to foot in my girlfriend's house
Hey-hey! And then to top it off, I walked to the
to buy cheap-ass little magazine with a food stamp
Skipped to the last page, flipped right
and what do I see? A of my big white ass
Okay, let me give you motherfuckers help:
uhh, here - DOUBLE XL, XL
Now your shouldn't have so much trouble to sell
Ahh fuck it, even buy a couple myself

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