Luyện nghe bài hát Without Me

Trice.
Real no gimmicks

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

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

I've created a monster, 'cause nobody to see Marshall no more
want Shady, I'm chopped liver
Well if you want Shady, then is what I'll give ya
A bit of weed mixed with some hard liquor
Some vodka that will jump start my heart
a shot when I get shocked at the hospital
By the doctor when I'm not
When I'm the table while he's operating "Hey"
You waited long to stop debating
'Cause I'm back, I'm on the rag and
I you got a job Ms. Cheney
But your husband's heart problem is
So the F-C-C let me be or let me be me so let me see
They to shut me down on M-T-V
But it feels so without me
So on and dip, bum on your lips
Fuck that, cum on your and some on your tits
And get ready 'cause this shit is to get heavy
I just all my lawsuits, "Fuck you, Debbie!"

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

Little hellions kids feeling
Embarrassed, parents still listen to Elvis
They start feeling like prisoners
someone comes along on a mission and yells "bitch"
A visionary, is scary,
Could start a revolution, pollutin' the air waves a
So let me just and bask
In the fact that I got kissing my ass
And a disaster such a catastrophe
For you to see so much of my ass you ask for me
Well I'm back, na na nana-na na na kshh
Fix your bent antenna, tune it in and then I'm enter in endin' up
Under your like a splinter
The center of attention for the winter
I'm interesting, the best thing since
Infesting in kids ears and nesting
"Testing please"
Feel the tension soon as mentions 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 shit and that shit
Chris Kirkpatrick, you can get ass kicked
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 know me, too old, let it go its over,
Nobody to Techno
Now lets go, just give me the
I'll be there a whole list full of new insults
been dope, suspenseful with a pencil
Ever since Prince turned himself a symbol
But this shit just seems
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 thing since Elvis
To do music so selfishly
And use it to get wealthy
"Hey" a concept that works
million other white rappers emerge
But no matter how fish in the sea
It will be so empty me

Kids!