Luyện nghe bài hát Without Me

Trice.
Real name no

Two trailer park girls go the outside,
Round the outside, round the
Two trailer park girls go the outside,
Round the outside, round the

who's back, back again
Shady's back, tell a
who's back, guess who's back?
Guess who's back, guess back?
Guess back, guess who's back?
Guess who's

created a monster, 'cause nobody wants to see Marshall no more
They Shady, I'm chopped liver
Well if you Shady, then this is what I'll give ya
A bit of weed mixed with some hard liquor
Some that will jump start my heart quicker
Then a shot when I get at the hospital
By the when I'm not cooperating
I'm rocking the table while he's operating "Hey"
You this long to stop debating
I'm back, I'm on the rag and ovulating
I you got a job Ms. Cheney
But your heart problem is complicated
So the won't let me be or let me be me so let me see
They tried to me down on M-T-V
But it feels so empty me
So come on and dip, bum on lips
that, cum on your lips and some on your tits
And get ready 'cause shit is about to get heavy
I settled all my lawsuits, "Fuck you, Debbie!"

Now this looks a job for me
So just follow me
'Cause we need a little
'Cause it feels so empty me
I said, looks like a job for me
So just follow me
we need a little controversy
'Cause it feels so without me

hellions kids feeling rebellious
Embarrassed, their parents listen to Elvis
They feeling like prisoners helpless
'Til someone along on a mission and yells "bitch"
A visionary, is scary,
Could start a revolution, the air waves a rebel
So let me just revel and
In the fact I got everyone kissing my ass
And it's a disaster a catastrophe
For you to see so much of my ass you ask for me
I'm back, nana-na na na nana-na na na kshh
Fix your bent antenna, tune it in and then I'm gonna in endin' up
Under your like a splinter
The center of attention for the winter
I'm interesting, the thing since wrestling
Infesting in your kids and nesting
"Testing please"
Feel the tension soon as mentions me
my ten cents, my two cents is free
A nuisance, who sent, you for me?

a-taskit,
I go tit for tat with anybody who's talking this shit and that
Chris Kirkpatrick, you can get your ass
Worse than them little Limp Bizkit
And Moby, you can get by Obie
You thirty six year old bald headed fag, me
You don't know me, too old, let it go its over,
Nobody listens to
Now go, just give me the signal
I'll be with a whole list full of new insults
been dope, suspenseful with a pencil
Ever since Prince turned into a symbol
But sometimes this shit seems
Everybody only wants to me
So must mean I'm disgusting
But it's me I'm just obscene
Though I'm not the first king of
I am the worst since Elvis Presley
To do black music so
And use it to get wealthy
"Hey" there's a that works
Twenty million white rappers emerge
But no matter how many in the sea
It be so empty without me

Kids!