Luyện nghe bài hát Low, Down, Dirty

Warning, this gon' be rated R, restricted
You see this bullet hole in my neck? It's self
slapped my momma, "Bitch you got a sick kid"
Arrested, molested myself and got

visors, sunglasses and disguises
'Cause my split personality is an identity crisis
I'm Dr. Hyde and Mr. Jekyll,
Hearing in my head while these whispers echo
"Murder Redrum"

Brain size of a crumb
Which drug I end up dead from
Inebriated, till my stress is
How in the fuck can Eminem and be related?

Illiterate, illegitimate shit
Bitch getter, hid in the bush like Kidder
Jumped out killed the and did her
Use to let the babysitter my dick when I was little'er

Smoke a blunt while I'm fuckin' Bette Midler
Sniper, waiting on your roof like the
Y'all thought I was gonna with Riddler
Didn't Ya? Bring your bitch, I wanna see if dick gon' fit in her

I'm low down and I'm
And if you hear a man sounds like me smack him
And ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps
I'm low and I'm shiftee
And if you hear a man sounds like me smack him
And ask him where the did he get his damn raps from

I tunes, I'm out this world like Space Moons
With a bunch crazed loons dismissin' brains braze wounds
but idiots and misfits, dip shits
Doing whip pits, out like Sanford snip pits

Where's the weed, I wanna with it
let your grandpa hit it
Mix it up cocaine so her can't forget it
it, maybe I'm a bum

But I was put on earth to make your baby mama cum
So what I'm on is way beyond the bomb or any alcoholic
all of my leverage
Went up inside the National Bank broke, and left rich

Walking bio-hazard wreckage, smoked out like Eckridge
Band just making my neck itch, what the fuck? the tech bitch
You just your tip, there's a pubic hair in my breakfast
Got popping off like bottle cap tips
Get your cap peeled like the dead skin of mama's chapped lips

Slap hips, support domestic
Beat your bitches ass while your kids in silence
I'm just joking, is Dozen's really dust smoking?
If all shit's missing, than probably one of us broke in

I'm low down and I'm
And if you a man that sounds like me smack him
And ask him where the fuck did he get his raps from
I'm low down and I'm
And if you hear a man that sounds me smack him
And ask him where the fuck did he get his raps from

My head's ringing, like it was Spider Sense
Lit it like Green Bay did they shitted on New England
I'm out the game, put the second in
Brandy got my swinging

Bobbing back and forth like a
Delinquent, microphones with Broken English
Make your mama be like "Oh, is good, who sing this?"
Slim Shady, his tape is dope, I it
rugged, but he needs to quit talking all that drug shit

It was predicted by a
I'd grow to be an diabetic
Living off Triametic
Pathetic, but I don't this headache's ever vanishing

Panicking, I think I might just took too much Anacin
Frozen Manaquin, posted stiffer a statue
I think I'm dying, God is you?
Somebody me, before I OD on an LP

me to ER ASAP for an IV
Motherfuck JLB, don't support no hip hop
They say where it ends, the closest they gon' come is Tupac
It's politics, all a fix

Setup by these white blue hicks
Just to a dollar off of black music
With a subliminal ball of
But those can kiss ass and swallow

I'm low down and I'm
And if you a man that sounds like me smack him
And ask him where the did he get his damn raps from
I'm low down and I'm
And if you hear a man sounds like me smack him
And ask him the fuck did he get his damn raps from