Luyện nghe bài hát Without Me

Trice.
Real name no

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

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

I've created a monster, 'cause nobody wants to see no more
They Shady, I'm chopped liver
Well if you want Shady, then this is what I'll ya
A little bit of weed mixed some 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
I'm rocking the table while he's operating "Hey"
You waited this long to stop
'Cause I'm back, I'm on the rag and
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 down on
But it feels so empty me
So on and dip, bum on your lips
Fuck that, cum on your and some on your tits
And get ready 'cause this is about to get heavy
I settled all my lawsuits, "Fuck you, Debbie!"

Now this like a job for me
So everybody follow me
we need a little controversy
'Cause it so empty without me
I said, looks like a job for me
So just follow me
we need a little controversy
'Cause it feels so without me

hellions kids feeling rebellious
Embarrassed, their parents still to Elvis
They feeling like prisoners helpless
'Til someone comes along on a 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 I got everyone kissing 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 nana-na na na
Fix bent antenna, tune 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 ears and nesting
"Testing please"
Feel the tension soon as someone me
Here's my ten cents, my two is free
A nuisance, who sent, you for me?

a-taskit,
I go tit for tat with anybody who's talking this and that shit
Chris Kirkpatrick, you can get your ass
Worse than them little Bizkit bastards
And Moby, you can get stomped by
You thirty six old bald headed fag, blow me
You don't me, you're too old, let it go its over,
Nobody listens to
Now lets go, give me the signal
I'll be there with a whole full of new insults
I've dope, suspenseful with a pencil
Ever since Prince himself into a symbol
But sometimes this shit just
Everybody wants to discuss me
So must mean I'm disgusting
But it's just me I'm just
Though I'm not the king of controversy
I am the worst since Elvis Presley
To do black music so
And use it to get wealthy
"Hey" there's a that works
Twenty million white rappers emerge
But no matter how many in the sea
It will be so without me

Kids!