Luyện nghe bài hát Marshall Mathers

You know I don't get it
year I was nobody
This year I'm records
Now everybody wants to around like I owe 'em somethin'
The fuck you want from me, ten dollars?
Get the fuck out of

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

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

Vanilla Ice don't me (uh-uh)
some shit in Vibe to spite me (yup)
Then and dyed his hair just like me (he he)
A of little kids want to swear just like me
And run around screamin', "I don't care, just me" (nah nah)
I I was put here to annoy the world
And destroy your little boy or girl
Plus I was put here to put in fagots who spray Faygo Root Beer
And call themselves "Clowns" cause they look
Fagot you to Dope and Gay
Claimin' Detroit, when y'all live twenty miles (fuckin' punks)
And I don't wrestle, I'll knock you fuckin' fagots the out
Ask 'em about the club they was at when snuck out
After 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' your again
When you ain't seen a Mile Road, south of ten
And I don't need help, D-12, to beat up two females
In make-up, who may try to scratch me Lee Nails
"Slim Anus," you damn right, Slim
I don't get fucked in mine like you two 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)
Come and see me on the alone
If you assholes me (assholes doubt me)
And if you to run your mouth
come take your best shot at me (your best shot at me)

Is it because you me that y'all expect so much of me?
You little 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 kids dis me and act like some big sissies
"Oh, he just did some with Missy,
So now he thinks too big to do some shit with M-C Get-Bizzy"
My fuckin' bitch suin' for ten million
She must want a dollar for every pill I've 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. Briggs or Ms.
It matter you fagot!
Talkin' about I my past
He's aggravated I won't ejaculate in his ass (Uh!)
So tell me, what the hell is a to do?
For every million I make, another relative
Family fightin' and fussin' over who to invite me to supper
All the sudden, I got ninety-some (Hey it's me!)
A half-brother and sister who seen me
Or even bothered to call me until saw me on T-V
Now everybody's so and proud
I'm finally allowed to step in my girlfriend's house
Hey-hey! And then to top it off, I to the newsstand
To buy this cheap-ass little magazine with a food
Skipped to the last page, right fast
And do I see? A picture of my big white ass
Okay, let me give you some help
Uh, here, double X-L, X-L
Now your magazine shouldn't have so trouble to sell
Ah it, I'll even buy a couple myself

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

'Cause 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 me (did was doubt me)
Now everybody want to run mouth
And shots at me (take shots at me)