Luyện nghe bài hát Off The Wall

* Fart

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yo when my gat it hospital son admitted
Rip your off kiss my ass with it
Slap bitches, Doc, Maths..
(Print it!)
Weed x and acid did it
I'm what's with no rerun
Doc rob when the heat come
My barrel hangs out the
Aimed at the nose when them is hard to breathe from
Flash the gat 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 pound you, rap sounds around you
From ten speed and brown
Doc and Eminem, the M&M
Blood flows 2Paclypse and them
like Funk Doctor

Mr. Punk
Got the stock inside the lunch box
Pop junk like I just got
Pop the trunk and pull out the shotgun
wood, it's all good
Thank God for
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 with a gat in his hand
Staking my out in a damn tinted Sedan
Pull your mouth out till you can't a damn
Ham sandwich or your canned or Spam
You sip through a straw
Shop through the mall
of me on my mom's living room wall
Hey ma maybe give you a call
SIKE! YOU BITCH!
Suck a and two balls
I'm giving you all my script
Which is to piss a priest off this
Pop more pills than police
at the scene to pull me off of Kim
Teeth off my dick, hands off my
But y'all can kiss my ass, off and all
I'm so goddamn off the wall
I might as well be a painting smashed on the

So how's everybody tonight?
Hope you in the to get rude
And illin' to
Cause uh we getting for the fuck of it
So suck my dick if you don't bump

So everybody doing tonight?
Hope you in the mood to get
To screw and to
Cause uh we down for the fuck of it
So suck my dick if y'all don't bump to this

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

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