Luyện nghe bài hát Low, Down, Dirty

Warning, this shit's gon' be R, restricted
You see this bullet in my neck? It's self inflicted
Doctor my momma, "Bitch you got a sick kid"
Arrested, myself and got convicted

Wearing visors, and disguises
my split personality is having an identity crisis
I'm Dr. and Mr. Jekyll, disrespectful
Hearing voices in my head while whispers echo
"Murder Redrum"

Brain size of a bread
drug will I end up dead from
Inebriated, till my is elevated
How in the can Eminem and Shady be related?

Illiterate, illegitimate shit
Bitch getter, hid in the bush like Kidder
Jumped out the bitch and did her
Use to let the babysitter suck my dick when I was

Smoke a blunt while I'm titty fuckin' Midler
Sniper, waiting on your roof like the
Y'all thought I was gonna rhyme Riddler
Didn't Ya? Bring your bitch, I wanna see if this dick fit in her

I'm low and I'm shiftee
And if you a man that sounds like me smack him
And ask him where the fuck did he get his damn from
I'm low and I'm shiftee
And if you hear a man sounds like me smack him
And ask him where the fuck did he get his damn from

I lace tunes, I'm out world like Space Moons
With a bunch crazed loons dismissin' brains like wounds
but idiots and misfits, dip shits
Doing whip pits, out like Sanford snip pits

Where's the weed, I wanna tamper it
I'ma let grandpa hit it
Mix it up cocaine so her can't forget it
Fuck it, I'm a bum

But I was put on this earth to make your baby cum
So I'm on is way beyond the bomb or any alcoholic beverage
all of my leverage
Went up inside the National Bank broke, and left rich

bio-hazard causing wreckage, smoked out like Eckridge
Band just my neck itch, what the fuck? Gimme the tech bitch
You just lost your tip, there's a pubic in my breakfast
Got shit popping off bottle cap tips
Get cap peeled like the dead skin of your mama's chapped lips

Slap hips, support violence
Beat bitches ass while your kids stare in silence
I'm just joking, is Dirty Dozen's really dust
If all your shit's missing, than one of us broke in

I'm low and I'm shiftee
And if you a man that sounds like me smack him
And ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps
I'm low down and I'm
And if you hear a man sounds like me smack him
And ask him where the fuck did he get his raps from

My head's ringing, like it was Sense tingling
Lit it like Green Bay did when shitted on New England
I'm out the game, put the string in
This got my swinging

Bobbing and forth like a penguin
Delinquent, toking microphones with English
Make your mama be like "Oh, is good, who sing this?"
Slim Shady, his tape is dope, I it
It's rugged, but he to quit talking all that drug shit

It was by a medic
I'd to be an addicted diabetic
Living off Triametic
Pathetic, but I don't think this headache's vanishing

Panicking, I think I might have just too much Anacin
Frozen Manaquin, posted stiffer than a
I I'm dying, God is that you?
Somebody me, before I OD on an LP

Take me to ER for an IV
Motherfuck JLB, they don't no hip hop
They say where it ends, the closest they gon' come is Tupac
politics, it's all a fix

Setup by these white blue hicks
to make a dollar off of black music
With a subliminal of tricks
But those can kiss ass and swallow

I'm low and I'm shiftee
And if you a man that sounds like me smack him
And ask him where the fuck did he get his raps from
I'm low down and I'm
And if you hear a man sounds like me smack him
And ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps