Luyện nghe bài hát Im Back

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

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

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I take each individual degenerates head and reach it
to see if he's influenced by me if he listens to music
And if he feeds into shit he's an innocent victim
And becomes a puppet on the string of my shoe
My is Slim Shady
I been crazy way before radio didn't me
The sensational is the incredible!}
Ken Kaniff, who just finds the men edible
It's Ken on the, internet
Trying to, lure your with him, into bed
It's a, sick world we live in days
"Slim for Pete's sakes put down Christopher legs!"
Geez, you are so sensitive
"Slim it's a touchy subject, try and just don't it"
Mind with no in it, fried to get so frenetic
Whose eyes get so squinted, I'm from smokin' 'em
my windows tinted, with nine limos rented
Doin' lines of coke in 'em, with a of guys hoppin' out
all and indo-scented
And that's where I get my from, that's why they call me

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

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Guess b, back, back
Gue' gue' who's back (Hi mom!)
Guess back
guess who's back
D-12, Guess back
gue' gue' gue' guess who's back
Dr. Dre, Guess who's
Back back,
Shady, 2001
I'm blew out from blunt, fuck