Luyện nghe bài hát Marshall Mathers

You I just don't get it
year I was nobody
This I'm sellin' records
Now everybody wants to come like I owe 'em somethin'
The fuck you from me, ten million dollars?
Get the fuck out of

You see I'm just Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm a regular guy,
I don't know why all the about me (fuss about me)
Nobody ever a fuck before,
All did was doubt me (did was doubt me)
Now everybody want to run they
And shots at me (take shots at me)

Yo, you might see me joggin', you might see me
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'
Or leanin' out a window, with a cocked
Drivin' up the in the car that they shot 'Pac in
Lookin' for Big's killers, dressin'
Blue and red I don't see what the big deal is
Double barrel gauge thinkin' of Chris Wallace
Pissed off, cause Biggie and 'Pac just all this
Watchin' all cheap imitations get rich off 'em
And get that should of been there's like they switched wallets
And all this Crist' poppin' and wristwatches
I had to sit back and just watch and just get
And around with an empty bottle of Remi Martin
Startin' shit like some skinny Cartman ("God damnit!")
I'm and Ricky Martin
With to kill N'Sync, don't get me started
These 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 whylin' out and violent?
Whatever to catchin' a good-ol' fashioned
Passionate and gettin' your shoes coat and your hat tooken?
New Kids on the Block, a lot of dick
Boy-girl groups me sick
And I can't wait 'til I all you fagots in public
I'm a it (ha ha ha)

Ice don't like me (uh-uh)
Said shit in Vibe to spite me (yup)
went and dyed his hair just like me (he he)
A of little kids want to swear just like me
And run around screamin', "I don't care, bite me" (nah nah)
I I was put here to annoy the world
And destroy your little four-year-old boy or
I was put here to put fear in fagots who spray Faygo Root Beer
And themselves "Clowns" cause they look queer
you to Dope and Silent Gay
Claimin' Detroit, y'all live twenty miles away (fuckin' punks)
And I don't wrestle, I'll knock you fuckin' the fuck out
Ask 'em about the club they was at they snuck out
After they ducked out the back when saw us and bugged out
(Ah!) down and got paint balls shot at they truck, blaow!
Look at y'all runnin' your again
When you ain't seen a fuckin' Road, south of ten
And I don't need help, D-12, to beat up two females
In make-up, who may try to scratch me Lee Nails
"Slim Anus," you right, Slim Anus
I don't get in mine like you two little flaming fagots!

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

Is it because you me that y'all expect so much of me?
You little groupie bitch, get off me, go fuck
Now of this blond mop that's on top
And this fucked up head that I've got, I've gone
The underground just spunned around and did a three
Now these kids dis me and act some big sissies
"Oh, he did some shit with Missy,
So now he thinks he's too big to do some shit M-C Get-Bizzy"
My fuckin' bitch mom's for ten million
She must a dollar for every pill I've been stealin'
Shit, the fuck you think I picked up the habit?
All I had to do was go in her and lift up her mattress
Which is it bitch, Mrs. Briggs or Ms.
It doesn't you fagot!
about I fabricated my past
He's aggravated I won't ejaculate in his ass (Uh!)
So tell me, what the is a fella to do?
For million I make, another relative sues
Family fightin' and fussin' over who wants to me to supper
All the sudden, I got ninety-some (Hey it's me!)
A and sister who never seen me
Or even to call me until they saw me on T-V
Now everybody's so and proud
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 little with a food stamp
Skipped to the last page, flipped fast
And do I see? A picture of my big white ass
Okay, let me give you some help
Uh, here, double X-L, X-L
Now your shouldn't have so much trouble to sell
Ah fuck it, I'll even buy a myself

'Cause 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 a fuck before,
All they did was me (did was doubt me)
Now everybody want to run mouth
And shots at me (take shots at me)

'Cause I'm just Marshall (Marshall Mathers)
I'm just a guy,
I know why all the fuss about me (fuss about me)
Nobody ever gave a before,
All they did was doubt me (did was me)
Now everybody to run they mouth
And shots at me (take shots at me)