Luyện nghe bài hát Busa Rhyme

Slim
Shady
Slim
Shady

Well, I do pop pills, I keep my socks filled
Pop the same shit got Tupac killed
Spit to these hoes like a soap opera episode
And a bitch in the nose, till her whole face explodes

There's three I hate, girls, women and bitches
Smack bitches that up, and drop-kick midgets
Call me Boogie Night, the stalker walks awkward
Stick figure, with a dick bigger than Wahlberg

Comin' through the airport, sluggish, walkin' on
Hit a fuckin' pregnant chick in her stomach luggage
It's a dream I can't snap out, I black out and back out
for some other thug, to beat the crap out

I'm you rap singers two middle fingers
I flip you off in French, then in English
Then I'ma off the face of the planet and come back
Speakin' so much Spanish, pun can't understand it

Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy, Shady

Won't you busa rhyme for me boy, Slim Shady

Won't you rhyme for me, boy, Slim Shady

Won't you busa for me, boy

I had a attitude, started off staticky
Mad at you, had you mad at me
(One time)
I'm not a commodity, I'm an
Who oddly enough developed himself a Halloween

It's so big, if I counted up all the freaks who me
I'd probably owe Ozzy Osbourne an
girls, live in an alcoholic's world
Full of Earl, head twirls every time the swirls flush

Covered in throw-up, and I refuse to up
I budge, I still tell a grown-up to shut up
(Shut up)
I made rap game suspenseful, 'cause now I got a impulse
To give you wrote with a pencil
(Bitch)

And waste the paper on you, choppin' the oakwood
'Cause everything that you wrote in your was no good
And as long as I stay in the studio and cuttin'
You motherfuckers are puttin' your words for nuttin'

Won't you busa for me, boy, Slim Shady

Won't you busa rhyme for me boy, motherfuckin' Shady

Won't you rhyme for me, boy, Slim Shady

Won't you rhyme for me, boy

Turn the music up, we wake the neighbors
We gon' get high, we gon' roll to
Me and Slim Shady on some shit
What you want what you got is it
(Is it hot?)

Turn the up, we gon' wake the neighbors
We get high, we gon' roll to Vegas
Me and Shady, on some shit daily
What you want, you want, ahh, uhh, yo

A from another planet might disagree with you
Well, if you want my opinion, it comes from right here on

Shady, Misdemeanor
Timbaland, Shady, Misdemeanor

I'm homicidal, and suicidal no friends
Holdin' a gun with no handle, a barrel at both ends
Sprayin' tecs at you until you see your fuckin'
With the bullet holes and the exit wounds next to you

mad dog, foamin' at the mouth
Fuck mouth, my whole house, is foamin' at the
Jumped out of the floor of a building
And shot window out on the way down to the ground
(Keep filming)

Woke up to a hospital staff, got up and laughed, 'em in half
Suffocated the mask
if I get any higher, I'ma get the East and West beefin' again
Slide back to and stand in the crossfire

Y'all better call the police 'fore I kill this
shoot Missy, get back
Uhh, put you all in the line
Uhh, and watch you MC's die

Yo mommy, mommy, Missy lost her mind
I think somebody done pissed her off time
Yo, I'ma to bust you through your chest and
Uhh, you will to clean up the mess

rainin', rainin' and it's pourin' loud
Never fear, 'cause Missy's through the crowd
Uhh, I hear the go cha-pow
Who me dammit? Bitch get down

Don't walk when I talk, I never talk when I
Lay 'em on down, like lived underground
For the sound, me and, Timbaland, we found
Get your ass, kicked or get your ass kicked now

Uhh,
Misdemeanor, Slim
Timbaland,
Uhh uhh uhh, cool, cool,
Triple