Luyện nghe bài hát Nail In The Coffin

This motherfucker here, wont shut up will you?
Talk about I owe you, you owe me
I'm promoting you now
Yo lets put the in his coffin

I want to be like this
I dont really to hurt no feelins
But Im being real when I say nobody wants to hear their grandfather rap (nope)
And old men have attacks
and I dont want to be for that so
Put the mic down and walk
You can still have a bit of dignity
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I would never claim to be no Ray
an 83 year old fake
So how can he me over some balcony
without throwin' his lower out as soon as he goes to lift me
dont, you'l probably fall with me
and our asses both be history
But then again finally get your wish
you be all over the street like 50 Cent
Fuckin punk pussy fuck you
gimme a see if I dont fuck you up
to jump the Ruff Ryders and they cut you up
And you put on a track thats how much you suck
dick in the industry, that you in the streets hustlin'
You sit behind a fuckin' desk at The butt-kissin'
and beggin for guest appearances
and you can get the clearances 'cause real lyricists
don't even respect you or take you
Its not that we don't like you, we you - period
Talk about a mid-life crisis
last you was shaking Obie Trice's hand
Now hes a busta? What the with that?
Get on a track dissin' us kissin' ass
and askin' me what I know about me
I got two cases, and probation - fight me!
What do I know about standing in front of a like a man
ready to take whatever sentence he
What you know about wife slicin' her wrists
right in front of the only thing that you have in world - a little girl?
And I put that on her, when this is all
I would try to make her a star and eat off her
I don't know about no shoppin' rocks
But what you know about hip-hop rockin' spots?
When the only white boy in that bitch just rippin
pressin' up your own and your stickers stickin'
bitches up after spendin' six hours at Kinkos
Just copies of your covers of cassette singles
to sell them out the of your Tracer
Spendin' your whole at Disc Makers
What you know about being bullied over half your
Oh that's right, you **should** know what that's like, your white
Vanilla Ice, spill the beans and rice, I'm eating you inside
Christ, if your that much of a gangster, put the mic down
You be out killin' motherfuckers right now
Kill a motherfucker dead, kill'em dead
in the fuckin' head, go ahead bitch
Slap my mom, the fuck out of her!
She sue you, she wouldn't get a buck out of you
'cause broke as fuck you suck you're a fuckin' joke
If you was really coke, well then what the fuck
you stop for dummy? If you some crack
you'd make a lot more money than you do rap
never had no security, you'll never be famous
You'l never now what its like to be rich, a bitch ain't it?
Raymond, here, let me break this shit in lamens
terms for you just to make sure that you can understand
and ain't usin' too many complicated fuckin' words for you
then let me slow it down for you
so you can understand if I say it
Let it go dawg it's

[Eminem

Talkin I have motherfuckers callin your crib
you aint even got a fuckin crib
You ain't got a fuckin phone
Fuckin punk, threatening to shut me at your fuckin lil' source magazine
If I come back & want me to attack you, bitch you attacked me
take it like a man and the fuck up
and fuck your magazine too
I dont need your little fuckin magazine, I got XXL's anywayz
And yall stand it 'cause their gettin bigger than yall
oh, and by the way, I look on the VMAs?
When you was watchin me from fuckin TV you was watchin me from in

The mean streets of Boston, sissy
And you got us scared up in motherfucker, suck our motherfuckin dicks
Oh, and for that dont know, dont get it twisted yo... The Source has a
owner!