Luyện nghe bài hát Without Me

Trice.
Real no gimmicks

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

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

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

Now this like a job for me
So everybody follow me
'Cause we need a little
'Cause it feels so empty me
I said, this like a job for me
So just follow me
'Cause we need a little
'Cause it feels so empty me

Little hellions feeling rebellious
Embarrassed, their parents listen to Elvis
They start feeling like prisoners
'Til comes along on a mission and yells "bitch"
A visionary, is scary,
start a revolution, pollutin' the air waves a rebel
So let me revel and bask
In the fact that I got kissing my ass
And it's a such a catastrophe
For you to see so damn of my ass you ask for me
Well I'm back, na na nana-na na na kshh
Fix your bent antenna, it in and then I'm gonna enter in endin' up
Under your skin a splinter
The center of back for the winter
I'm interesting, the best since wrestling
Infesting in your kids ears and
"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 who's talking this shit and that shit
Chris Kirkpatrick, you can get your ass
Worse than them Limp Bizkit bastards
And Moby, you can get by Obie
You thirty six year old headed fag, blow me
You don't know me, too old, let it go its over,
Nobody listens to
Now lets go, just give me the
I'll be there with a whole full of new insults
I've dope, suspenseful with a pencil
Ever since Prince turned himself into a
But sometimes shit just seems
Everybody only wants to me
So this mean I'm disgusting
But it's me I'm just obscene
Though I'm not the first king of
I am the worst thing Elvis Presley
To do music so selfishly
And use it to get wealthy
"Hey" there's a concept works
million other white rappers emerge
But no matter how fish in the sea
It will be so without me

Kids!