Luyện nghe bài hát Marshall Mathers

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

You see I'm just Marshall (Marshall Mathers)
I'm a regular guy,
I don't why all the fuss about 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)

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

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

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

Is it because you me that 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 underground just spunned around and did a three
Now kids dis me and act like some big sissies
"Oh, he just did some with Missy,
So now he thinks he's too big to do some with M-C Get-Bizzy"
My fuckin' bitch mom's suin' for ten
She must want a dollar for every pill I've stealin'
Shit, where the fuck you think I up the habit?
All I had to do was go in her room and lift up her
Which is it bitch, Mrs. Briggs or Ms.
It doesn't you fagot!
about I fabricated my past
He's just I won't ejaculate in his ass (Uh!)
So me, what the hell is a fella to do?
For every I make, another relative sues
Family fightin' and fussin' who wants to invite 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 step in my girlfriend's house
Hey-hey! And then to top it off, I walked to the
To buy cheap-ass little magazine with a food stamp
Skipped to the last page, flipped fast
And do I see? A picture of my big white ass
Okay, let me give you motherfuckers help
Uh, here, double X-L, X-L
Now your shouldn't have so much trouble to sell
Ah fuck it, I'll even buy a myself

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

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