Luyện nghe bài hát Low, Down, Dirty

Warning, this shit's gon' be rated R,
You see this bullet hole in my neck? It's self
Doctor my momma, "Bitch you got a sick kid"
Arrested, molested and got convicted

visors, sunglasses and disguises
'Cause my split is having an identity crisis
I'm Dr. Hyde and Mr. Jekyll,
Hearing in my head while these whispers echo
"Murder Redrum"

Brain size of a bread
Which drug will I end up from
Inebriated, till my stress is
How in the fuck can Eminem and be related?

Illiterate, illegitimate spitter
Bitch getter, hid in the bush like Kidder
out killed the bitch and did her
Use to let the babysitter suck my dick when I was

a blunt while I'm titty fuckin' Bette Midler
Sniper, waiting on your roof the Fiddler
Y'all thought I was gonna with Riddler
Didn't Ya? Bring your bitch, I see if this dick gon' fit in her

I'm low down and I'm
And if you hear a man that sounds me smack him
And ask him the fuck did he get his damn raps from
I'm low and I'm shiftee
And if you a man that sounds like me smack him
And ask him where the did he get his damn raps from

I lace tunes, I'm out this like Space Moons
With a bunch crazed dismissin' brains like braze wounds
Nothing but idiots and misfits, dip
Doing whip pits, passed out like Sanford snip

Where's the weed, I tamper with it
I'ma let grandpa hit it
Mix it up with cocaine so her forget it
it, maybe I'm a bum

But I was put on this earth to make baby mama cum
So what I'm on is way beyond the bomb or any alcoholic
Losing all of my
Went up inside the First National broke, and left rich

Walking bio-hazard causing wreckage, smoked out Eckridge
Band just making my itch, what the fuck? Gimme the tech bitch
You just your tip, there's a pubic hair in my breakfast
Got shit popping off bottle cap tips
Get your cap peeled like the dead skin of mama's chapped lips

Slap hips, support domestic
Beat your ass while your kids stare in silence
I'm just joking, is Dozen's really dust smoking?
If all shit's missing, than probably one of us broke in

I'm low and I'm shiftee
And if you hear a man that sounds me smack him
And ask him where the did he get his damn raps from
I'm low and I'm shiftee
And if you hear a man that like me smack him
And ask him where the fuck did he get his raps from

My head's ringing, like it was Spider Sense
Lit it like Green Bay did when they on New England
I'm out the game, put the string in
This got my swinging

Bobbing back and like a penguin
Delinquent, toking microphones with Broken
your mama be like "Oh, this is good, who sing this?"
Slim Shady, his tape is dope, I it
It's rugged, but he needs to quit talking all drug shit

It was by a medic
I'd grow to be an diabetic
Living off liquid
Pathetic, but I don't think headache's ever vanishing

Panicking, I think I have just took too much Anacin
Frozen Manaquin, posted stiffer than a
I think I'm dying, God is that
help me, before I OD on an LP

Take me to ER for an IV
JLB, they don't support no hip hop
They say that's it ends, the closest they gon' come is Tupac
It's politics, all a fix

by these white blue collared hicks
Just to make a off of black music
With a ball of tricks
But those can ass and swallow dicks

I'm low down and I'm
And if you hear a man that sounds like me him
And ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps
I'm low down and I'm
And if you hear a man that like me smack him
And ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps