Luyện nghe bài hát Can I Bitch

Marshall!
Will you tell us a story?

we go...

Now once a time not long ago
There was a little about to blow
But his album came and it was not
I it went lead or double copper wood
So the silly little fans they mislead
By a nerdy internet computer hip-hop
"Me and you, 'Clef, we're gonna some cash
Grab the silver and let's paint my ass"
Hey mister, would ya to bare witness to
The I'm about to administer
To ass-kissin' little vaginal blister
Stanabis, little Marshall Mathers'
And in this corner, we have the
Not havin' it, the mad sinister
Dr. with his bag of tricks for
this little faggot dick-suckin'
Ex-LL Cool J fan from
I'm 'bout to murder Kenny fag Keniff-sta
You bastard I ain't have to diss ya
Canibis, where the fuck you at? I ya!

Can-i-bitch, oh
Where for art Can-i-bitch?
tell me what happened with
That that you were rappin' with
Can-i-bitch, oh
Are you Los Angeles
New York or a janitor
Canada? Oh Can-i-bitch

Now at first I really understand the shit
me for a second and imagine it
Chillin' in the Bat-Mansion and
When all a sudden some bullshit across the scanners
It's on some "Stan Lives" shit
It creeped me out at first. Man this is
For me, being just a sick, this
my dick harder than arithmetic
And I know how you ones envy
I knew better from the first few letters you sent me
The first two letters you were tellin' me
Like you respect me, like any other MC
The third letter you ask how I ain't return
None of the messages at Shady Records you me
The letter: "Slim, you really startin' to upset me!"
The fifth told me you were comin' to get me
The sixth there's a bomb threat in our building
This motherfucker's really tryin' to kill me!
So I back and read the first few letters that said
Some shit about a message you
Oh shit, not an "E" that's an "A"
dude wants to leave me a "massage," he's gay!!
Right I'm on the phone with Dr. Dre
We got a bogey! (Marshall I'm on the way)

So in two seconds Dre's at my crib
The funny thing is we both know this kid lives
And neither one of us have Canadian
Shit. Oh Dre, wait a that's it
All we do is use a bit of turbo boost
We can fly the border "Let's go" [WOOSH!]
So we're off to Toronto and gainin' speed
[BOOSH!] (What was that? Oh) Jermaine
Fuck It, keep goin' no time to
Wait, backup hit him one time in case
.. fuck now he's draggin' under the car
Oh well, only 30 more thousand
Meanwhile me and Dre are to conversate
Just tryin' to find a reason for the constant
And tryin' to figure out what happened to Propaine'
"He couldn't fell off that hard" Ain't no way
"What to the way you was rappin' when you was scandalous
That turned into a television evangelist"
he raps with his regular voice [BOOSH! BOOSH!]
[BOOSH! BOOSH!] (What was that?) Pet Boys
So we up to the bridge where he last was spotted
His corpse was still movin' but his ass was
He smelled a little like Courtney Love
I figure if I stick him with a he's done
So I stabbed him twice, jabbin', Christ
He won't die, this like a battered wife
He's like Kim, he keeps comin' for more
But he won't fight I cracked his jaw
up, 'Bis quit foldin' up!
Punch me in the chest! Make my touch!
Do somethin'! At least one
C'mon till the reads 9-9-9-
percent of my fans are blonde
'Bis c'mon me man respond!
Tell me the sun rain moon and stars
Intergalatical metaphors Mars!
Raw to the floor, raw Reservoir Dogs
Bite another from Redman's song!
Suddenly the stub from a man's arm
From a midget reaches out from the car
It's JD, this motherfucker die neither
Dre starts sprayin' him cans of ether
We stomped the bitch and then stopmed the again
(Compton!) bitch! Talk some shit again!
him! (switch feet) Stomp him! (switch again!)
Dre he's dead dog, quit kickin him!
I think jumped off the bridge again (Damn)
He disappeared yo he's he did it again