Luyện nghe bài hát Im Back

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That's why they call me Shady (I'm back)
I'm (I'm back) (Slim Shady!) I'm back

I murder a rhyme one word at a
You never of a mind as perverted as mine
You better get rid of nine it ain't gonna help
What good is it gonna do a man that strangles himself?
I'm waitin' for hell like hell shit I'm anxious as
Manson you're safe in cell, be thankful it's jail
I used to be my little angel at twelve
Thirteen I was putting shells in a gauge on a
I to, get punked and bullied on my block
'Til I cut a kitten's off and stuck it in this kid's mailbox (Mom! Mom!)
I used to give a, fuck, now I give a fuck less
do I think of success? It sucks, too much press I'm stressed
Too much stares two breasts, too
It's just too much mess, I guess I just blew up quick (yes)
up quick (no) was raised right
Whatever you say is wrong, I say is right
You think of my now whenever you say, "Hi"
a commodity because I'm W-H-I-T-E,
'Cause M-T-V was so to me
Can't 'til Kim sees me
Now is it worth it? Look at my life, how is it
Read my lips bitch, what, my isn't working?
You hear this finger? Oh it's upside
Here, let me turn motherfucker up right now

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I take each degenerates head and reach into it
Just to see if he's influenced by me if he listens to
And if he feeds this shit he's an innocent victim
And a puppet on the string of my tennis shoe
My is Slim Shady
I been crazy way before radio didn't me
The {Back is the incredible!}
With Ken Kaniff, who just the men edible
Ken Kaniff on the, internet
Trying to, lure your with him, into bed
It's a, sick world we live in these
"Slim for Pete's put down Christopher Reeve's legs!"
Geez, you are so sensitive
"Slim a touchy subject, try and just don't mention it"
Mind with no sense in it, to get so frenetic
eyes get so squinted, I'm blind from smokin' 'em
With my windows tinted, with limos rented
Doin' of coke in 'em, with a bunch of guys hoppin' out
all high and
And that's where I get my name from, that's why call me

x4]

I take seven kids from Columbine, stand 'em all in
Add an AK-47, a revolver, a
A Mack-11 and it solve the problem of mine
And that's a whole school of shot up all at one time
Cause (I'm) Shady, call me as crazy
As the world was over this Y2K thing
And by the way, N'Sync, why do sing?
Am I the only one who realizes they
Should I dye my hair pink and care what think?
Lip sync and buy a bigger of earrings?
It's why I tend to out when I hear things
Cause all these screamin' is makin' my ears ring (Ah!)
So I just, throw up a finger and let it linger
Longer than the rumor I was stickin' it to Christina
Cause if I stuck it to any singer in showbiz
It'd be Lopez, and Puffy you know this!
I'm Puff, but I don't give a fuck if this chick was my own mother
I fuck her with no rubber and cum inside her
And have a son and a new at the same time
And say that it ain't mine, what's my name?

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Guess b, back, back
gue' guess who's back (Hi mom!)
Guess who's
Gue' guess back
D-12, Guess who's
Gue' gue' gue' gue' who's back
Dr. Dre, Guess back
Back back,
Slim Shady,
I'm blew out this blunt, fuck