Luyện nghe bài hát Busa Rhyme

Slim
Shady
Slim
Slim

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

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

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

I'm bringin' you rap singers two fingers
I flip you off in French, then translate in
Then vanish off the face of the planet and come back
Speakin' so much Spanish, pun can't even it

Won't you rhyme for me, boy, Slim 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 enough developed himself a Halloween following

so big, if I counted up all the freaks who follow me
I'd owe Ozzy Osbourne an apology
College girls, in an alcoholic's world
Full of Earl, head every time the toilet swirls flush

in throw-up, and I refuse to grow up
I won't budge, I still tell a grown-up to up
(Shut up)
I made rap game suspenseful, 'cause now I got a impulse
To you insults wrote with a pencil
(Bitch)

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

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 rhyme for me, boy

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

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

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

Shady, Misdemeanor
Timbaland, Shady, Misdemeanor

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

Fuckin' mad dog, foamin' at the
Fuck mouth, my whole house, is foamin' at the
Jumped out of the 93rd floor of a
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
Shit if I get any higher, I'ma get the East and beefin' again
Slide back to Detroit and in the crossfire

Y'all better call the police 'fore I kill track
Don't Missy, get back
Uhh, put you all in the line
Uhh, and watch you MC's die

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

It's rainin', rainin' and pourin' loud
Never fear, 'cause pissy through the crowd
Uhh, I the gats 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 they underground
For the sound, that me and, Timbaland, we
Get your ass, kicked or get your ass kicked now

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