Luyện nghe bài hát Low, Down, Dirty

Warning, shit's gon' be rated R, restricted
You see this bullet hole in my It's self inflicted
Doctor slapped my momma, "Bitch you got a kid"
Arrested, myself and got convicted

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

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

Illiterate, illegitimate spitter
Bitch getter, hid in the bush like Margot
Jumped out killed the and did her
Use to let the babysitter suck my when I was little'er

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

I lace tunes, I'm out this world like Space
With a bunch crazed loons dismissin' brains like wounds
but idiots and misfits, dip shits
Doing whip pits, passed out like Sanford pits

Where's the weed, I wanna tamper 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 your baby cum
So I'm on is way beyond the bomb or any alcoholic beverage
Losing all of my
Went up the First National Bank broke, and left rich

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

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

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

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

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

It was predicted by a
I'd grow to be an addicted
off liquid Triametic
Pathetic, but I think this headache's ever vanishing

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

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

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

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