Luyện nghe bài hát Nail In The Coffin

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

I dont want to be like
I dont want to hurt no feelins
But Im only real when I say nobody wants to hear their grandfather rap (nope)
And old men heart attacks
and I dont want to be for that so
Put the mic and walk away
You can have a little bit of dignity
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I never claim to be no Ray Benzino
an 83 year old fake
So how can he me over some balcony
without throwin' his lower back out as soon as he goes to me
Please dont, you'l probably with me
and our asses both be history
But then again you'll get your wish
'cause you be all over the street like 50
Fuckin pussy fuck you chump
gimme a one-on-one see if I fuck you up
Tryin to jump the Ryders and they cut you up
And you put Jada on a thats how much you suck
dick in the industry, swear that you in the streets
You sit behind a fuckin' at The Source butt-kissin'
and beggin motherfuckers for guest
and you can get the clearances 'cause real lyricists
don't even respect you or you serious
Its not that we don't like you, we you - period
Talk about a crisis damn
last you was shaking Obie Trice's hand
Now hes a busta? What the fucks that?
Get on a dissin' us kissin' 50's ass
and askin' me what I know inditements-bite me
bitch I got two cases, and - fight me!
What do I know about in front of a judge like a man
ready to take whatever sentence he
What you know about your slicin' her wrists
right in front of the only thing that you in this world - a little girl?
And I put on her, when this is all over
I never 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 shops rockin'
When the only white boy in that bitch just rippin
pressin' up your own flyers and your stickin'
them bitches up after spendin' six hours at
Just copies of your covers of cassette singles
to them out the trunk of your Tracer
your whole paychecks at Disc Makers
What you about being bullied over half your life?
Oh that's right, you **should** know what like, your half white
Vanilla Ice, spill the beans and rice, I'm eating you alive
Jesus Christ, if that much of a gangster, put the mic down
You should be out motherfuckers right now
Kill a motherfucker dead, dead bitch
Shoot'em in the head, go ahead bitch
my mom, slap the fuck out of her!
She sue you, she wouldn't get a buck out of you
'cause your broke as fuck you you're a fuckin' joke
If you was really sellin' coke, well then what the
you stop for If you slew some crack
you'd make a lot money than you do from rap
never had no security, you'll never be famous
You'l never now what its like to be rich, life's a ain't it?
Raymond, here, let me break shit down in lamens
terms for you just to make that you can understand this
and ain't usin' too many complicated fuckin' words for you
Here then let me slow it for you
so you can if I say it slower:
Let it go it's over

[Eminem

Talkin I have motherfuckers callin your crib
bitch you even got a fuckin crib
You ain't got a fuckin phone
punk, threatening to shut me down at your 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 your little magazine too
I dont need your little magazine, I got XXL's number anywayz
And yall cant stand it 'cause their gettin bigger than
oh, and by the way, how'd I look on the
When you was me from whatever fuckin TV you was watchin me from in

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