Luyện nghe bài hát Marshall Mathers

You know I just get it
Last year I was
This year I'm records
Now everybody wants to come around I owe 'em somethin'
The you want from me, ten million dollars?
Get the fuck out of

You see I'm just Marshall (Marshall Mathers)
I'm a regular guy,
I know why all the fuss about me (fuss about me)
Nobody ever a fuck before,
All they did was me (did was doubt me)
Now everybody want to run they
And shots at me (take shots at me)

Yo, you might see me joggin', you see me walkin'
You see me walkin' a dead rottweiler dog
With it's head chopped off in the park with a collar
Hollerin' at him cause the son of a bitch won't quit
Or leanin' out a window, a cocked shotgun
Drivin' up the block in the car that shot 'Pac in
Lookin' for Big's killers, ridiculous
Blue and red like I see what the big deal is
Double barrel twelve gauge thinkin' of Wallace
Pissed off, cause Biggie and 'Pac missed all this
Watchin' all these imitations get rich off 'em
And get dollars should of been there's like they switched wallets
And all this Crist' poppin' and wristwatches
I had to sit back and just watch and just get
And walk with an empty bottle of Remi Martin
Startin' shit like some twenty-six-year-old skinny ("God damnit!")
I'm anti-Backstreet and Martin
With instincts to kill N'Sync, get me started
These fuckin' brats can't sing and garbage
What's bitch retarded? Gimme back my sixteen dollars
All I see is sissies in magazines
happened to whylin' out and bein' violent?
Whatever to catchin' a good-ol' fashioned
Passionate and gettin' your shoes coat and your hat tooken?
New Kids on the Block, a lot of dick
Boy-girl groups make me
And I can't wait I catch all you fagots in public
I'm a it (ha ha ha)

Vanilla Ice like me (uh-uh)
Said some shit in Vibe to me (yup)
went and dyed his hair just like me (he he)
A bunch of little want to swear just like me
And run around screamin', "I don't care, bite me" (nah nah)
I think I was put to annoy the world
And destroy your little four-year-old boy or
Plus I was put here to put fear in fagots who spray Faygo Beer
And themselves "Clowns" cause they look queer
Fagot you to and Silent Gay
Claimin' Detroit, when y'all live twenty away (fuckin' punks)
And I don't wrestle, knock you fuckin' fagots the fuck out
Ask 'em about the club they was at when they out
they ducked out the back when they saw us and bugged out
(Ah!) Ducked down and got balls shot at they truck, blaow!
Look at y'all runnin' your again
When you ain't seen a Mile Road, south of ten
And I don't need help, from D-12, to beat up two
In make-up, who may try to scratch me Lee Nails
"Slim Anus," you damn right, Anus
I get fucked in mine like you two little flaming fagots!

'Cause I'm, just Marshall (Marshall Mathers)
I'm not a guy,
knock you out if you talk about me (you talk about me)
Come and see me on the streets
If you assholes me (assholes doubt me)
And if you want to run mouth
Then come take your best shot at me (your best at me)

Is it because you love me y'all expect so much of me?
You groupie bitch, get off me, go fuck Puffy
Now because of blond mop that's on top
And this fucked up head that I've got, gone pop?
The just spunned around and did a three sixty
Now these kids dis me and act some big sissies
"Oh, he just did some shit Missy,
So now he thinks he's too big to do some with M-C Get-Bizzy"
My fuckin' mom's suin' for ten million
She must a dollar for every pill I've been stealin'
Shit, where the fuck you think I picked up the
All I had to do was go in her room and lift up her
Which is it bitch, Mrs. or Ms. Mathers?
It matter you fagot!
Talkin' about I my past
He's just aggravated I won't in his ass (Uh!)
So tell me, the hell is a fella to do?
For every million I make, relative sues
Family fightin' and fussin' over who wants to me to supper
All the sudden, I got ninety-some cousins (Hey me!)
A half-brother and sister who never me
Or even bothered to call me until saw me on T-V
Now so happy and proud
I'm finally allowed to foot in my girlfriend's house
Hey-hey! And to top it off, I walked to the newsstand
To buy this cheap-ass little with a food stamp
Skipped to the last page, flipped right
And do I see? A picture of my big white ass
Okay, let me you motherfuckers some help
Uh, here, X-L, double X-L
Now your magazine shouldn't have so trouble to sell
Ah fuck it, I'll buy a couple myself

'Cause I'm just Marshall (Marshall Mathers)
I'm a regular guy,
I don't know why all the fuss me (fuss about me)
Nobody ever gave a before,
All they did was doubt me (did was me)
Now everybody want to run mouth
And take shots at me (take at me)

'Cause I'm just Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm a regular guy,
I know why all the fuss about me (fuss about me)
ever gave a fuck before,
All they did was doubt me (did was me)
Now want to run they mouth
And take at me (take shots at me)