Luyện nghe bài hát Stir Crazy

Uhh, yeah man, hm, oh fuck, yeah
I'm not at home, beating my shit to death
I'm listening to the Madd Rapper's
This is Ken Kaniff, and I'm mad as hell, fuck you

I'm with this razor, with this razor I'm crazy
With this crazor I'm razy, crazed, I'm crazy
(Okay I'm reloaded)
Go Jay-Z
(Tell him I'ma ghostwrite for him)
Dre's beats
Ran in the ladies naked in a blanket
At the banquet and started to it
(Ahh)

in the bank with a tank, fired a blank
At the clerk and handcuffed her to the safe and thanked her
But I didn't take
(Thanks)
bullet came from the same gun
Just from different
I was pickin' strange places to aim from
(Man, I bet you 50 bucks you won't out the window, Shady)
(Ahh)
Pay me

Psych, no way up in the head
Shot my girl and my sister 'cuz I them in bed
(Wait, wait, wait)
I'm a mothafucka, might shoot me a fed
Or I might start a fist fight instead
See as far as the go
I go loco, see me pumpin' gas at local Sunoco
Stuck off the hydro mixed with
Jump turnstyles, then run po po

Life stinks, we don't give a fuck, son, we
Tear up the clubs and do drugs, we
wild ho's and bust slugs, we crazy
Madd rapper is crazy, Slim is
(Crazy)

Life stinks, we don't give a fuck, son, we
Tear up the and do drugs, we crazy
wild ho's and bust slugs, we crazy
Madd is crazy, Slim Shady is
(Crazy)

Yo, yo, I I'd been aborted
My got a shortage
Everything I wanna floss I afford it
I'm tryin' to a O', my pops tryin' to snort it
My daughter's babysitter is to be deported
I'm mad 'cuz I still in line for clubs

Mad 'cuz my rottweiler shits on the rugs
(God dammit, Spike)
Feeling kinda crazy now, I just might out
Slim Shady gave me and I might trip out, like
(Eh, oh Dude, that shit's man, ohh, this is incredible, ohh)
that, Slim, keep that for yourself
You a crazy white dude and you need some help,

I got a beautiful wife, and a gorgeous home
What would make in the tub with a cordless phone?
I'm straight vicious, I hit you with plates and
Leave you eight stitches, I'm gay 'cuz I hate bitches?
Slut be nice to me, I've had it with girls
And still be mad at the world, even if it apologized to me
(Sorry)
You're hearing the last of a man
About to blow his brains out

back with a blood stained blouse on top of his spouse
Spread out on a blood stained
In front of his that he just killed in the same house
I'm sicker than Boy George Michael Jackson
In little boys' shoppin' at toy stores
Shady said it, meant it, I stay demented
I'll throw a stroller at you, a baby in it
Go ahead, pull the plug, I won't smack you
I dropped a fuckin' pill mom, don't vacuum

Life stinks, we don't give a fuck, son, we
Tear up the clubs and do drugs, we
Fuck ho's and bust slugs, we crazy
Madd is crazy, Slim Shady is
(Crazy)

Life stinks, we don't give a fuck, son, we
up the clubs and do drugs, we crazy
Fuck wild ho's and bust slugs, we
rapper is crazy, Slim Shady is
(Crazy)