Luyện nghe bài hát Low, Down, Dirty

Warning, shit's gon' be rated R, restricted
You see this bullet in my neck? It's self inflicted
slapped my momma, "Bitch you got a sick kid"
Arrested, myself and got convicted

Wearing visors, sunglasses and
my split personality is having an identity crisis
I'm Dr. Hyde and Mr. Jekyll,
Hearing voices in my while these whispers echo
"Murder Redrum"

Brain size of a bread
Which drug I end up dead from
Inebriated, till my stress is
How in the fuck can Eminem and Shady be

Illiterate, illegitimate shit
getter, hid in the bush like Margot Kidder
Jumped out the bitch and did her
Use to let the babysitter suck my when I was little'er

Smoke a blunt while I'm titty Bette Midler
Sniper, waiting on roof like the Fiddler
Y'all thought I was rhyme with Riddler
Didn't Ya? Bring your bitch, I see if this dick gon' fit in her

I'm low and I'm shiftee
And if you a man that sounds like me smack him
And ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps
I'm low down and I'm
And if you hear a man that sounds like me him
And ask him where the fuck did he get his raps from

I lace tunes, I'm out this like Space Moons
With a bunch crazed dismissin' brains like braze wounds
Nothing but idiots and misfits, dip
Doing pits, passed out like Sanford snip pits

Where's the weed, I tamper with it
I'ma let your hit it
Mix it up with cocaine so her can't it
Fuck it, I'm a bum

But I was put on earth to make your baby mama cum
So what I'm on is way beyond the bomb or any alcoholic
all of my leverage
Went up inside the First Bank broke, and left rich

Walking bio-hazard wreckage, smoked out like Eckridge
Band just making my neck itch, what the Gimme the tech bitch
You just lost your tip, there's a hair in my breakfast
Got popping off like bottle cap tips
Get cap peeled like the dead skin of your mama's chapped lips

Slap hips, support violence
your bitches ass while your kids stare in silence
I'm just joking, is Dirty Dozen's really smoking?
If all shit's missing, than probably one of us broke in

I'm low down and I'm
And if you hear a man that sounds like me him
And ask him where the did he get his damn raps from
I'm low and I'm shiftee
And if you hear a man sounds like me smack him
And ask him where the did he get his damn raps from

My head's ringing, like it was Spider tingling
Lit it like Bay did when they shitted on New England
I'm out the game, put the string in
This got my swinging

Bobbing back and forth a penguin
Delinquent, toking microphones with English
your mama be like "Oh, this is good, who sing this?"
Slim Shady, his tape is dope, I it
rugged, but he needs to quit talking all that drug shit

It was predicted by a
I'd grow to be an addicted
off liquid Triametic
Pathetic, but I don't think this headache's ever

Panicking, I think I might have just too much Anacin
Frozen Manaquin, posted stiffer a statue
I think I'm dying, God is you?
Somebody help me, I OD on an LP

me to ER ASAP for an IV
Motherfuck JLB, don't support no hip hop
They say that's it ends, the closest they gon' come is Tupac
It's politics, all a fix

by these white blue collared hicks
Just to make a dollar off of black
With a subliminal of tricks
But can kiss ass and swallow dicks

I'm low and I'm shiftee
And if you hear a man sounds like me smack him
And ask him the fuck did he get his damn raps from
I'm low down and I'm
And if you a man that sounds like me smack him
And ask him where the did he get his damn raps from