Luyện nghe bài hát Marshall Mathers

You know I just get it
Last year I was
This year I'm records
Now everybody to come around like I owe 'em somethin'
The fuck you from me, ten million dollars?
Get the fuck out of

You see I'm just Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm just a guy,
I don't know why all the fuss me (fuss about me)
Nobody ever a fuck before,
All they did was me (did was doubt me)
Now everybody want to run mouth
And shots at me (take shots at me)

Yo, you might see me joggin', you might see me
You might see me walkin' a rottweiler dog
With it's head chopped off in the park a spiked collar
Hollerin' at him cause the son of a bitch won't barkin'
Or leanin' out a window, a cocked shotgun
up the block in the car that they shot 'Pac in
Lookin' for Big's killers, ridiculous
Blue and red I don't see what the big deal is
Double barrel twelve thinkin' of Chris Wallace
Pissed off, cause and 'Pac just missed all this
Watchin' all these cheap get rich off 'em
And get dollars should of been there's like they switched wallets
And amidst all this poppin' and wristwatches
I had to sit back and just watch and just get
And around with an empty bottle of Remi Martin
Startin' shit like some twenty-six-year-old Cartman ("God damnit!")
I'm anti-Backstreet and Ricky
With instincts to kill N'Sync, don't get me
fuckin' brats can't sing and Britney's garbage
What's bitch retarded? Gimme back my sixteen dollars
All I see is in magazines smiling
Whatever to whylin' out and bein' violent?
Whatever to catchin' a good-ol' fashioned
Passionate ass-whoopin' and gettin' your shoes coat and hat tooken?
New Kids on the Block, sucked a lot of
Boy-girl groups me sick
And I can't 'til I catch all you fagots in public
I'm a it (ha ha ha)

Vanilla Ice don't me (uh-uh)
Said some in Vibe to spite me (yup)
Then went and dyed his hair like me (he he)
A bunch of little kids want to swear like me
And run screamin', "I don't care, just bite me" (nah nah)
I I was put here to annoy the world
And destroy your four-year-old boy or girl
Plus I was put to put fear in fagots who spray Faygo Root Beer
And call "Clowns" cause they look queer
you to Dope and Silent Gay
Claimin' Detroit, when y'all twenty miles away (fuckin' punks)
And I don't wrestle, knock you fuckin' fagots the fuck out
Ask 'em about the they was at when they snuck out
After they ducked out the back when saw us and bugged out
(Ah!) Ducked down and got balls shot at they truck, blaow!
Look at y'all runnin' your mouth
When you ain't a fuckin' Mile Road, south of ten
And I don't help, from D-12, to beat up two females
In make-up, who may try to scratch me Lee Nails
"Slim Anus," you damn right, Slim
I get fucked in mine like you two little flaming fagots!

'Cause I'm, Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm not a guy,
knock you out if you talk about me (you talk about me)
Come and see me on the alone
If you assholes me (assholes doubt me)
And if you want to run mouth
Then come take your shot at me (your best shot at me)

Is it because you love me that expect so much of me?
You little groupie bitch, get off me, go Puffy
Now because of this mop that's on top
And this fucked up that I've got, I've gone pop?
The just spunned around and did a three sixty
Now these kids dis me and act like big sissies
"Oh, he just did shit with Missy,
So now he thinks he's too big to do some with M-C Get-Bizzy"
My bitch mom's suin' for ten million
She must want a dollar for every I've been stealin'
Shit, where the fuck you think I picked up the
All I had to do was go in her room and up her mattress
Which is it bitch, Mrs. or Ms. Mathers?
It doesn't you fagot!
Talkin' I fabricated my past
just aggravated I won't ejaculate in his ass (Uh!)
So me, what the hell is a fella to do?
For every million I make, another relative
fightin' and fussin' over who wants to invite me to supper
All the sudden, I got ninety-some (Hey it's me!)
A half-brother and sister who seen me
Or bothered to call me until they saw me on T-V
Now everybody's so and proud
I'm finally allowed to step foot in my girlfriend's
Hey-hey! And then to top it off, I walked to the
To buy this little magazine with a food stamp
Skipped to the last page, right fast
And do I see? A picture of my big white ass
Okay, let me give you motherfuckers some
Uh, here, X-L, double X-L
Now your magazine shouldn't have so much trouble to
Ah fuck it, I'll even buy a myself

'Cause I'm just Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm just a guy,
I don't know why all the fuss me (fuss about me)
ever gave a fuck before,
All they did was me (did was doubt me)
Now everybody want to run mouth
And take shots at me (take at me)

'Cause I'm just Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm just a guy,
I don't why all the fuss about me (fuss about me)
ever gave a fuck before,
All they did was me (did was doubt me)
Now everybody to run they mouth
And take at me (take shots at me)