Luyện nghe bài hát Brainless

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Marshall Mathers, Eminem, the rapper,
Who can say for
a frontal lobotomy would be the answer
If science can on this distorted brain and put it to good use
will reap a great benefit

I walk around a space cadet, place your bets
Who's likely to become a serial killer? Case of
Fuck, fuck, fuck! Can't the stress
I make a as the day progresses
Angry and it out on the neighbors hedges
Like this is how I'll cut your up bitches
With these trimming scissors with razor edges
Imagination's dangerous, the only way to escape this mess
And make the of this situation, I guess
'Cause I feel like a little bitch, this despicable
I'm sick of getting pushed, it's ridiculous
I like a freaking wuss, a pussy
kid just took my stick of licorice
And threw my sticker in a pricker bush
I kick his tush, but I was six and shook
This fucker was 12 and was 6 foot, a vicious hook
He hit me, I fell, I got back up, all I did was book, now there's your head

Mama always said 'If you had a brain, be dangerous
A brain you'd be (Mama could be wrong)
Mama, Ima a name and be famous
And be a pain in the anus
(Mama be wrong)
use my head as a weapon
Find a way to this insaneness
Mama said 'Son, If you had a brain, you'd be dangerous
it pays to be brainless

Fast forward years later
A teenager, this is a fun,
I just got jumped twice in one week, complete
It's once a month, this is some feat I've accomplished
They've stomped me the mud gee for what reason, you stumped me
But how do you get the shit beat out of you, be and be upbeat
When you don't have no-thing, no valid at life
Chance To it or succeed
'Cause you're doomed from the
It's like you grew up on drug street, from street
But if I had kept my head up my ass
I could any task
Practicing trash in a trance
Locked in my room but I got some plans mama
These rhymes are falling
Out of my pocket I can't stop it
And I'm starting to blend in more, school this shit helps for
I'm getting more self assured than I've ever been
no one picks on me anymore, I done put a stop to that
Threw my punch, end of story
in my skulls a vacant, empty void
Been using it more as a bin for
Take some inventory and as gorge as a Ford engine door hinge syringe an orange an extension cord and a sword
Not to mention four lynch pins and a stringent stored ironing board a a wrench or winch and a tangent whore
but a brain, but dome's off the fucking chain
Like an independent store, something's wrong my head
Just if I had a brain in it, thank God that I don't
Cause I'd probably be Dahmer mama always said

'If you had a brain, you'd be
A brain you'd be dangerous' (Mama be wrong)
Mama, Ima grow a and be famous
And I'mma be a pain in the
(Mama be wrong)
I'mma use my as a weapon
Find a way to escape this
always said 'Son, If you had a brain, you'd be dangerous
Guess it to be brainless

Now my mum goes "womp womp"
Cause I'm not that smart but I'm not
I was on a bottom of the pile stomped
But somehow, I out on top

I told you one day, I said they'd have red carpet rolled out, yo
I'm nice, yo, fuck it I'm out
Now I go, they scream out 'Go'
I'm to clean house, yo
I'm Lysol, now I'm just
the sell outs, freak the hell out
Middle America, them yell out
In terror they so scared, and those kids
about, belted out
Whatever spout it fell out
Of my mouth, it was so weird
Inappropriate, so be it, I see it
Maybe one day the smoke clears, it won't be as
difficult, ch'yea, til then
Hopefully you little homos get over your and grow beards
It's okay to be scared straight, they I provoke queers
Til emotions evoke tears, my whole careers a stroke of sheer
and mirrors, tactical, practical jokes, yeah
You motherfuckin' Insert here
Who the fuck would've thunk that one little lone MC be able to take the whole culture and re-upholstery it
And boy did flock
Can't this little hick locked
hip hop shit in his pocket and still the shit got
That white trash and gridlock
Shit happened like a six from a Kid Rock
Insane Clown Posse Concert in mid
And got forbid I see a wizard and get a brain in my cranium dog
Cause I turn into the mama always said

'If you had a brain, be dangerous
A you'd be dangerous' (Mama could be wrong)
Mama, Ima grow a name and be
And I'mma be a pain in the
(Mama be wrong)
I'mma use my as a weapon
a way to escape this insaneness
Mama always 'Son, If you had a brain, you'd be dangerous
it pays to be brainless

Insaneness ain't a word you stupid fuck
is ain't