Luyện nghe bài hát Mommy

Intro:

Whoah!
A get your hands in the air, and get to 'em
and like, back and forth ah
this is.. what you thought it
It beez.. the brothers representin' the Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G *coughing in
And check out the man he by the name of er...

One: Eminem

Slim Shady, brain dead Jim Brady
I'm a M80, you like that Kim lady
I'm buzzin, Dozen, naughty rotten rhymer
Cursin at you players worse than Marty
You than the motherfucker you bit your style from
You ain't gonna two copies if you press a double album
it, fuck it, while we comin out in the open
I'm doin acid, crack, smack, coke and smokin then
My is Marshall Mathers, I'm an alcoholic (Hi Marshall)
I have a disease and don't know what to call it
Better your wallet cause I'm comin up quick to strip your cash
Bought a ticket to your concert just to come and whip ass
Bitch, I'm comin out swingin, so fast it'll make your spin
You gettin knocked the fuck out Mike Tyson
The +Proof+ is in the puddin, just ask the Deshaun
I'll slit your motherfuckin throat than Ron Goldman

So when you see me on your with two glocks
_Fuck the World_ like Tupac
I just give a fuuuuuck!!
Talkin that behind my back, dirty mackin
tellin your that I'm on crack
I just don't a fuuuuuck!!
So put my tape back on the
Go run and tell friends my shit is wack
I just give a fuuuuuck!!
But see me on the street and
Cause you gon' get stuck, stoned, and
Cause I just give a fuuuuuck!!

Two: Eminem

I'm Nicer than Pete, but I'm on a to crush a Miilkbone
I'm Everlast-ing, I melt Ice like silicone
I'm ill to just straight up diss you for no reason
I'm colder than snow season when it's twenty freezin
Flavor no seasonin, this is the sneak preview
diss your magazine and still won't get a weak review
I'll make your freak leave you, smell the crystals
This is a lyrical combat, gentlemen your pistols
But I form like Voltron and blast you my shoulder missiles
Slim Shady, Eminem was the old (Bye-bye!)
Extortion, snortin, supportin
Pathological liar, shit out of proportion
The looniest, zaniest, spontaneous,
Impulsive thinker, drinker, addict
Half animal, man
your dead body inside of a fuckin trash can
With more than an Afghan

Verse Eminem

Somebody let me out limousine (hey, let me out!)
I'm a caged demon, on stage screamin like Rage the Machine
I'm convinced I'm a fiend, shootin up while record is spinnin
brain dead, I don't need a second opinion
Fuck droppin the jewel, I'm flippin the treasure
bite your motherfuckin style, just to make it fresher
I can't the pressure, I'm sick of bitches
of naggin bosses bitchin while I'm washin dishes
In school I never said much, too busy a headrush
Doin too much had my face flushed like red blush
Then I went to Jim Beam, that's when my face
Went to gym in eighth grade, raped the swim team
Don't take me for a joke I'm no
Too many mental problems got me snortin coke and weed again
I'm goin up over the curb, on the median
made it home, but I don't got the key to get in

Outro:

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