Luyện nghe bài hát Marshall Mathers

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

You see I'm just Marshall (Marshall Mathers)
I'm a regular guy,
I don't why all the fuss about me (fuss about me)
Nobody ever gave a before,
All they did was me (did was doubt me)
Now everybody to run they mouth
And 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
With it's head off in the park with a spiked collar
Hollerin' at him cause the son of a won't quit barkin'
Or leanin' out a window, with a cocked
Drivin' up the block in the car they shot 'Pac in
Lookin' for Big's killers, dressin'
Blue and red I don't see what the big deal is
Double barrel twelve gauge of Chris Wallace
Pissed off, cause Biggie and 'Pac missed all this
Watchin' all these imitations get rich off 'em
And get dollars that should of been there's like switched wallets
And amidst all this Crist' and wristwatches
I had to sit back and watch and just get nauseous
And walk around with an empty of Remi Martin
Startin' shit like some skinny Cartman ("God damnit!")
I'm anti-Backstreet and Martin
With to kill N'Sync, don't get me started
These fuckin' brats can't sing and Britney's
What's this retarded? Gimme back my sixteen dollars
All I see is in magazines smiling
Whatever happened to whylin' out and bein'
happened to catchin' a good-ol' fashioned
Passionate ass-whoopin' and gettin' your coat and your hat tooken?
New Kids on the Block, sucked a lot of
Boy-girl groups me sick
And I can't 'til I catch all you fagots in public
I'm a it (ha ha ha)

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

'Cause I'm, just Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm not a guy,
knock you out if you talk about me (you talk about me)
Come and see me on the alone
If you assholes doubt me (assholes me)
And if you want to run your
Then come take your best 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 Puffy
Now because of this blond mop on top
And this fucked up head I've got, I've gone pop?
The just spunned around and did a three sixty
Now these dis me and act like some big sissies
"Oh, he just did some with Missy,
So now he thinks too big to do some shit with M-C Get-Bizzy"
My fuckin' bitch mom's for ten million
She must want a dollar for every pill I've stealin'
Shit, where the fuck you think I 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 matter you fagot!
Talkin' about I fabricated my
He's just I won't ejaculate in his ass (Uh!)
So tell me, what the hell is a to do?
For every I make, another relative sues
fightin' and fussin' over who wants to invite me to supper
All the sudden, I got cousins (Hey it's me!)
A half-brother and sister who never me
Or even bothered to me until they saw me on T-V
Now so happy and proud
I'm finally allowed to step in my girlfriend's house
Hey-hey! And then to top it off, I walked to the
To buy this cheap-ass little magazine with a stamp
Skipped to the last page, right fast
And do I see? A picture of my big white ass
Okay, let me give you some help
Uh, here, X-L, double X-L
Now your shouldn't have so much trouble to sell
Ah it, I'll even buy a couple myself

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

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