Luyện nghe bài hát Nail In The Coffin

This motherfucker here, just wont up will you?
about I owe you, bitch you owe me
I'm you right now
Yo lets put the nail in his

I want to be like this
I really want to hurt no feelins
But Im only being real when I say nobody to hear their grandfather rap (nope)
And old men have heart
and I want to be responsible for that so
Put the mic and walk away
You can have a little 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 back out as soon as he to lift me
Please dont, you'l fall with me
and our will both be history
But then again you'll finally get wish
you be all over the street like 50 Cent
Fuckin punk pussy you chump
gimme a one-on-one see if I fuck you up
Tryin to jump the Ruff and they cut you up
And you put Jada on a track thats how you suck
dick in the industry, swear that you in the streets
You sit behind a desk at The Source butt-kissin'
and motherfuckers for guest appearances
and you can even get the clearances 'cause real
even respect you or take you serious
Its not that we don't like you, we you - period
Talk about a mid-life damn
week you was shaking Obie Trice's hand
Now hes a What the fucks with that?
Get on a track dissin' us 50's ass
and askin' me what I know about me
bitch I got two cases, and probation - me!
What do I know about standing in of a judge like a man
ready to take whatever sentence he
What you know your wife slicin' her wrists
right in front of the thing that you have in this world - a little girl?
And I put that on her, when is all over
I never try to make her a star and eat off her
I don't shit about no shoppin' rocks
But what you about hip-hop shops rockin' spots?
When your the only boy in that bitch just rippin
pressin' up your own flyers and your stickers
them bitches up after spendin' six hours at
Just making copies of your covers of cassette
to sell out the trunk of your Tracer
Spendin' your whole paychecks at Disc
What you know about being bullied over half your
Oh that's right, you **should** know what like, your half white
Ice, spill the beans and rice, I'm eating you alive inside
Jesus Christ, if your much of a gangster, put the mic down
You should be out killin' motherfuckers now
Kill a dead, kill'em dead bitch
in the fuckin' head, go ahead bitch
Slap my mom, slap the out of her!
She sue you, she wouldn't get a buck out of you
'cause your broke as you suck you're a fuckin' joke
If you was sellin' coke, well then what the fuck
you stop for If you slew some crack
you'd make a lot money than you do from rap
You'll never had no security, you'll never be
You'l now what its like to be rich, life's a bitch ain't it?
Raymond, here, let me break shit down in lamens
terms for you just to sure that you can understand this
and Canibus ain't usin' too many fuckin' words for you
Here let me slow it down for you
so you can if I say it slower:
Let it go dawg it's

[Eminem

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

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