Luyện nghe bài hát Marshall Mathers

You know I don't get it
Last I was nobody
This year I'm sellin'
Now everybody wants to come around I owe 'em somethin'
The fuck you want me, ten million dollars?
Get the out of here

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

Yo, you might see me joggin', you see me walkin'
You might see me a dead rottweiler dog
it's head chopped off in the park with a spiked collar
Hollerin' at him cause the son of a bitch won't barkin'
Or leanin' out a window, a cocked shotgun
Drivin' up the block in the car that shot 'Pac in
Lookin' for Big's killers, dressin'
Blue and red like I don't see the big deal is
Double barrel twelve gauge thinkin' of Chris
Pissed off, cause Biggie and 'Pac missed all this
Watchin' all cheap imitations get rich off 'em
And get dollars that should of been like they switched wallets
And amidst all this Crist' poppin' and
I had to sit back and just watch and just get
And walk 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, get me started
These fuckin' brats sing and Britney's garbage
What's this bitch retarded? Gimme my sixteen dollars
All I see is sissies in magazines
Whatever happened to whylin' out and bein'
Whatever to catchin' a good-ol' fashioned
Passionate ass-whoopin' and gettin' your shoes coat and your hat
New Kids on the Block, sucked a lot of
Boy-girl groups me sick
And I can't wait 'til I catch all you in public
I'm a it (ha ha ha)

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

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

Is it because you love me that y'all expect so of me?
You little groupie bitch, get off me, go Puffy
Now because of blond mop that's on top
And this up head that I've got, I've gone pop?
The underground spunned around and did a three sixty
Now these dis me and act like some big sissies
"Oh, he just did some with Missy,
So now he thinks too big to do some shit 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, the fuck you think I picked up the habit?
All I had to do was go in her and lift up her mattress
Which is it bitch, Mrs. or Ms. Mathers?
It matter you fagot!
Talkin' about I my past
He's just I won't ejaculate in his ass (Uh!)
So tell me, what the is a fella to do?
For every million I make, relative sues
Family fightin' and fussin' over who wants to me to supper
All the sudden, I got ninety-some cousins (Hey me!)
A half-brother and sister who seen me
Or even bothered to call me until saw me on T-V
Now everybody's so happy and
I'm finally allowed to step foot in my girlfriend's
Hey-hey! And to top it off, I walked to the newsstand
To buy this cheap-ass magazine with a food stamp
Skipped to the last page, flipped fast
And what do I see? A of my big white ass
Okay, let me you motherfuckers some help
Uh, here, X-L, double X-L
Now your magazine have so much trouble to sell
Ah fuck it, even buy a couple myself

'Cause I'm Marshall 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 did was doubt me (did was doubt me)
Now everybody want to run mouth
And shots at me (take shots at me)

I'm just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
I'm just a guy,
I know why all the fuss about me (fuss about me)
Nobody ever a fuck before,
All they did was me (did was doubt me)
Now everybody to run they mouth
And shots at me (take shots at me)