Luyện nghe bài hát Mommy

Intro:

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

One: Eminem

Slim Shady, brain like Jim Brady
I'm a M80, you like that Kim lady
I'm buzzin, Dozen, naughty rotten rhymer
Cursin at you players worse than Schottenheimer
You wacker than the you bit your style from
You ain't gonna sell two copies if you press a 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 they don't what to call it
hide your wallet cause I'm comin up quick to strip your cash
Bought a ticket to concert just to come and whip your ass
Bitch, I'm comin out swingin, so fast it'll make your eyes
You knocked the fuck out like Mike Tyson
The +Proof+ is in the puddin, ask the Deshaun Holton
I'll slit your motherfuckin worse than Ron Goldman

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

Two: Eminem

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

Verse Three:

let me out this limousine (hey, let me out!)
I'm a caged demon, on stage screamin like Rage Against the
I'm convinced I'm a fiend, up while this record is spinnin
brain dead, I don't need a second opinion
Fuck droppin the jewel, I'm flippin the sacred
I'll bite your style, just to make it fresher
I take the pressure, I'm sick of bitches
of naggin bosses bitchin while I'm washin dishes
In school I never said much, too havin a headrush
Doin too much rush had my flushed like red blush
Then I to Jim Beam, that's when my face grayed
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 and smokin weed again
I'm up over the curb, drivin on the median
made it home, but I don't got the key to get in

Outro:

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