Luyện nghe bài hát Without Me

Trice.
Real name no

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

who's back, back again
Shady's back, tell a
Guess who's back, guess back?
Guess who's back, who's back?
Guess who's back, 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 want Shady, then is what I'll give ya
A little bit of weed mixed with hard liquor
Some vodka that will jump start my heart
Then a shot when I get at the hospital
By the doctor when I'm not
When I'm rocking the table he's operating "Hey"
You waited long to stop debating
I'm back, I'm on the rag and ovulating
I you got a job Ms. Cheney
But your husband's problem is complicated
So the won't let me be or let me be me so let me see
They tried to shut me on M-T-V
But it so empty without me
So come on and dip, bum on lips
Fuck that, cum on your lips and some on tits
And get ready 'cause this shit is to get heavy
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 so empty without me
I said, this like a job for me
So everybody follow me
'Cause we a little controversy
'Cause it so empty without me

Little hellions kids rebellious
Embarrassed, their parents still to Elvis
They start feeling prisoners helpless
'Til someone comes on a mission and yells "bitch"
A visionary, is scary,
Could a revolution, pollutin' the air waves a rebel
So let me just and bask
In the fact that I got everyone my ass
And a disaster such a catastrophe
For you to see so damn of my ass you ask for me
Well I'm back, nana-na na na na na kshh
Fix your bent antenna, tune it in and I'm gonna enter in endin' up
your skin like a splinter
The center of attention for the winter
I'm interesting, the thing since wrestling
Infesting in your ears and nesting
"Testing please"
Feel the tension soon as mentions me
Here's my ten cents, my two cents is
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 ass kicked
Worse than them little Limp bastards
And Moby, you can get stomped by
You thirty six old bald headed fag, blow me
You know me, you're too old, let it go its over,
listens to Techno
Now lets go, just me the signal
be there with a whole list full of new insults
I've been dope, suspenseful with a
since Prince turned himself into a symbol
But sometimes this shit just
only wants to discuss me
So this must I'm disgusting
But it's me I'm just obscene
Though I'm not the first king of
I am the worst thing since Elvis
To do black music so
And use it to get wealthy
"Hey" there's a concept works
Twenty million other white rappers
But no matter how many in the sea
It will be so without me

Kids!