Luyện nghe bài hát Low, Down, Dirty

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

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

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

Illiterate, illegitimate shit
Bitch getter, hid in the bush like Kidder
Jumped out the bitch and did her
Use to let the babysitter suck my dick when I was

Smoke a blunt while I'm titty fuckin' Bette
Sniper, waiting on your roof the Fiddler
Y'all thought I was rhyme 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 a man that sounds like me smack him
And ask him where the fuck did he get his raps from
I'm low down and I'm
And if you hear a man that sounds like me 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 pits, passed out like Sanford snip pits

the weed, I wanna tamper with it
I'ma let grandpa hit it
Mix it up cocaine so her can't forget it
Fuck it, I'm a bum

But I was put on this earth to make baby mama cum
So what I'm on is way beyond the or any alcoholic beverage
all of my leverage
Went up the First National Bank broke, and left rich

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

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

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

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

Bobbing back and like a penguin
Delinquent, toking microphones with Broken
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 that drug

It was predicted by a
I'd grow to be an diabetic
off liquid Triametic
Pathetic, but I don't think this ever vanishing

Panicking, I think I might have just took too Anacin
Frozen Manaquin, stiffer than a statue
I think I'm dying, God is that
Somebody help me, I OD on an LP

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

Setup by these white blue collared
to make a dollar off of black music
With a subliminal of tricks
But those can kiss ass and dicks

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