Luyện nghe bài hát Mommy

Intro:

Whoah!
A get hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em
and like, and forth because ah
this is.. what you it wasn't
It beez.. the brothers representin' the Dozen
I be the F-R-O the G *coughing in background*
And out the man he goes by the name of er...

Verse Eminem

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

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

Verse Eminem

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

Verse Three:

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

Outro:

Hey, that!
Outsidaz..
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