Luyện nghe bài hát Off The Wall

* Fart

[Eminem](Redman)
Yo
(Yo)
Look!
(Yo)

No matter what say
I'm gon' keep this way
No matter what you may
I'm keep doing my thing

One of the worst things yo I am a fag i at rapin yo
Is fat, bald men to write songs
And Mouseketeers to sing
stick Britney Spears in a room full of mirrors
So she gets fifty years of bad
Club and swear at Christina
I grab her by the hair and drag her across the Sahara
(Bitch!)
You of this rap terrorist with a therapist
With a hair up his ass like a rabbit up his pants
Got a of holding Tylenol in his hands
Till it in his fucking palms and dissolves in his glands
(So who is it?)
The who visits the playground
With two biscuits to lay down the school
Get with a whip with a Marseburg
With a pistol grip and fed pit bull
Sniff glue sticks I give two shits
If I get too rich I just get

Yo I with no engine
After I blow in ya
One handstand on top of your
Crashin' Doc stir the
We all out of work Tony Atlas
Walking cans in a laundry basket
most with the army after us
Fuck flossin' we take yours
Unload like an ace and four
I'm out of work but Doc laid off
(Shit! The out)
The is off
Yo who target it arsonists?
make pens filled with arsenic
I got hoes that don't know what is
Doc can shave up, cut your miss
?
I turn out camps in to crystal
And fuck face is what I'mma do
Cause that's white boy Tyno do

So how's doing tonight?
Hope you in the to get drunk
To and to fight
uh we getting down for the fuck of it
So my dick if y'all don't wanna bump to this

So everybody feeling tonight?
Hope you in the to get rude
And to fight
Cause uh we getting for the fuck of it
So suck my dick if you wanna bump

No what people say
I'm gon' keep rapping way
No what you may think
I'm keep doing my thing

Yo when my gat spit it son admitted
Rip lips off kiss my ass with it
Slap bitches, Doc, Maths..
(Print it!)
x and acid tabs did it
I'm what's happening with no
Doc rob Dinero when the come
My hangs out the Camero
Aimed at the nose when them hoes is to breathe from
the gat your town bow guarded
Your wallet, your chain the target
Beef is like cold engine, don't it
Bust in the air and hit an airplane
We you, rap surround sounds around you
From ten speed and shoe
Doc and Eminem, the M&M
flows with 2Paclypse and them
It's like Funk

Mr. Punk
Got the drug inside the lunch box
Pop junk like I just got
Pop the trunk and pull out the shotgun
Knock wood, it's all
God for vodka
But with my luck, I'll probably get by a stalker
Probably got a Fanatic upstairs in the attic
With an automatic me up there
My man Stan a gat in his hand
Staking my out in a damn tinted Sedan
Pull mouth out till you can't finish a damn
Ham sandwich or canned spinach or Spam
You gotta sip through a
Shop through the mall
Pictures of me on my mom's living wall
Hey ma maybe I'll give you a
SIKE! YOU BITCH!
Suck a dick and two
I'm giving you all my script
Which is to piss a off with this
Pop pills than police officers
Arrive at the scene to me off of Kim
off my dick, hands off my balls
But y'all can kiss my ass, off and all
Cause I'm so off the wall
I might as well be a painting on the floor

So everybody feeling tonight?
Hope you in the mood to get
And illin' to
uh we getting down for the fuck of it
So my dick if you don't wanna bump

So how's doing tonight?
you in the mood to get drunk
To screw and to
Cause uh we getting for the fuck of it
So suck my dick if y'all wanna bump to this

No matter what say
I'm gon' rapping this way
No matter you may think
I'm keep doing my thing

No matter what say
I'm keep doing my thing
No matter, OH!