Luyện nghe bài hát Brainless

Eminem Has a full of chainsaws

Marshall Mathers, Eminem, the rapper,
Who can say for
Perhaps a lobotomy would be the answer
If science can operate on this brain and put it to good use
Society will reap a benefit

I walk around like a space cadet, place bets
Who's likely to become a serial killer? of tourettes
Fuck, fuck, fuck! Can't the stress
I a mess as the day progresses
Angry and it out on the neighbors hedges
Like this is how I'll cut your up bitches
With these hedge trimming with razor edges
Imagination's dangerous, the only way to escape this mess
And the best of this situation, I guess
'Cause I like a little bitch, this predicament's despicable
I'm sick of just getting pushed, ridiculous
I look a freaking wuss, a pussy
This kid took my stick of licorice
And threw my books in a pricker bush
I kick his tush, but I was six and shook
This fucker was 12 and was 6 foot, with a hook
He hit me, I fell, I got back up, all I did was book, now there's your head

Mama always said 'If you had a brain, be dangerous
A brain you'd be (Mama could be wrong)
Mama, Ima a name and be famous
And be a pain in the anus
(Mama be wrong)
I'mma use my as a weapon
Find a way to this insaneness
Mama always said 'Son, If you had a brain, you'd be
Guess it pays to be

Fast forward some years
A teenager, this is a fun,
I just got twice in one week, it's complete
It's usually once a month, this is some feat accomplished
stomped me into the mud gee for what reason, you stumped me
But how do you get the shit out of you, be down and be upbeat
When you don't have no-thing, no shot at life
Chance To it or succeed
'Cause doomed from the start
It's like you grew up on drug street, from street
But if I had just my head up my ass
I could any task
Practicing trash talking in a
in my room yeah but I got some plans mama
These rhymes are falling
Out of my pants I can't stop it
And I'm starting to blend in more, school shit helps for sure
I'm getting more assured than I've ever been before
Plus no one picks on me anymore, I done put a to that
my first punch, end of story
Still in my skulls a vacant, void
Been using it as a bin for storage
Take some inventory and as as a Ford engine door hinge syringe an orange an extension cord and a Ninja sword
Not to mention four pins and a stringent stored ironing board a bench a wrench or winch and a tangent whore
Everything but a brain, but dome's off the chain
Like an store, something's wrong with my head
Just think if I had a brain in it, God that I don't
Cause I'd probably be Dahmer cause always said

'If you had a brain, you'd be
A brain be dangerous' (Mama could be wrong)
Mama, Ima grow a and be famous
And I'mma be a in the anus
(Mama be wrong)
use my head as a weapon
Find a way to escape insaneness
Mama said 'Son, If you had a brain, you'd be dangerous
it pays to be brainless

Now my mum "womp womp womp"
Cause I'm not that smart but I'm not
I was on a bottom of the pile stomped
But somehow, I out on top

I told you one day, I said they'd that red carpet rolled out, yo
I'm nice, yo, fuck it I'm out
Now everywhere I go, they out 'Go'
I'm bout to house, yo
I'm Lysol, now I'm household
Outsold the sell outs, the hell out
America, hear them yell out
In they were so scared, and those kids
about, belted out
Whatever spout that it out
Of my mouth, it was so weird
Inappropriate, so be it, I see it
Maybe one day when the smoke clears, it be as
Motherfuckin' difficult, ch'yea, til
Hopefully you homos get over your fears and grow beards
It's okay to be scared straight, said I provoke queers
Til emotions evoke tears, my whole a stroke of sheer genius
and mirrors, tactical, practical jokes, yeah
You Insert insult here
Who the fuck would've thunk that one little lone MC be able to take the whole culture and re-upholstery it
And boy they did
Can't believe little hick locked
This hip hop shit in his and still the shit got
That trash traffic and gridlock
Shit happened like a six from a Kid Rock
Insane Clown Posse in mid Oc-tober
And got I see a wizard and get a brain in my titanium cranium dog
I turn into the unabomber mama always said

'If you had a brain, be dangerous
A brain be dangerous' (Mama could be wrong)
Mama, Ima grow a name and be
And be a pain in the anus
(Mama be wrong)
I'mma use my head as a
a way to escape this insaneness
Mama always said 'Son, If you had a brain, be dangerous
Guess it to be brainless

Insaneness ain't even a you stupid fuck
Neither is