60℃ 送喜欢的EMINEM的几首歌〓

hahajasen

sing for the moment ...

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These ideas are nightmares for white parents
Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
Like whatever they say has no bearing
It's so scary in a house that allows no swearing
To see him walkin' around wit his headphones blaring
Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care
He's a problem child, what bothers him all comes out
When he talks about his fuckin' dad walkin' out
'Cuz he hates him so bad that he blocks him out
'Cuz he hates him so bad that he blocks him out
But if he ever saw him again, he'd prolly knock him out
His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back
Talkin' black, brainwashed from rock and rap
He sags his pants, dew-rags and a stockin' cap
His stepfather hit him so he socked him back
And broke his nose, this house is a broken home
There's no control, he just lets his emotions go-
C`mon! Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing It!)
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (C`mon!)
Sing it with me, just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away
Entertainment is changin', intertwinin' with gangstas
In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum
Only ya unholy, only have one homey
Only this gun, lonely, 'cuz don't anyone know me
But everybody just feels like they can relate
I guess words are a motherfucka, they can be great
Or they can degrade, or even worse, they can teach hate
It's like kids hang on every single statement we make
Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
Now how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen?
From standin' on corners and porches just rappin'
To havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass
But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you
Fans turn on you, attorneys all wanna turn at you
To get their hands on every dime you have
They want you to lose your mind every time you mad
So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon
Any dispute, don't hesitate to produce handguns
Thats why these prosecutors wanna convict me
Strictly just to get me offa these streets quickly
But all their kids been listen'n to me religiously
So I'm signin' CDs while police fingerprint me
They're for the judge's daughter, but his grudge is against me
If I'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesn't make sense B
It's all political, if my music is literal and I'm a criminal,
How the FUCK can I raise a little girl?
I couldn't, I wouldn't be fit to
You're full of shit too, Guerrera, THAT WAS A FIST THAT HIT YOU!
C`mon! Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing It!)
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (C`mon!)
Sing it with me, just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away
They say music can alter moods and talk to you
But can it load a gun for you and cock it too?
Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude
Just tell the judge it was my fault, and I'll get sued
See what these kids do, is hear about us totin' pistols
And they wanna get one, 'cuz they think the shit's cool
Not knowin' we're really just protectin' ourselves
We entertainas, of course this shit's affectin' our sales
You ignoramus, but music is reflection of self
We just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail
It's fucked up ain't it, how we can come from practically nothin'
To bein' able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted
That's why we sing for these kids that don't have a thing
Except for a dream and a fuckin' rap magazine
Who post pin-up pictures on their walls all day long
Idolize their favorite rappers and know all they songs
Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives
So they sit and they cry at night, wishin they die
Till they throw on a rap record, and they sit and they vibe
We're nothin' to you, but we the fuckin' shit in they eyes
That's why we sieze the moment, try to freeze it and own it
Squeeze it and hold it, 'cuz we consider these minutes golden
And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone
Just let our spirits live on, through our lyrics that you hear in our songs
And we can-
C`mon! Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing It!)
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (C`mon!)
Sing it with me, just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away
C`mon! Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing It!)
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (C`mon!)
Sing it with me, just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away





hellbound

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Yo.. Slim Shady!
Yo.. I'll ****in.. I'll..
I'll puke, eat it, and freak you (eww)
Battle? I'm too weeded to speak to
The only key that I see to defeat you
would be for me to remove these two Adidas and beat you
and force feed you 'em both, and on each feet is a cleat shoe
I'll lift you off your feet so fast with a roundhouse
you'll think I pulled the ****in ground out from underneath you
(Bitch!) I ain't no ****in G, I'm a cannibal
I ain't tryin to shoot you,
I'm tryin to chop you into pieces and eat you
Wrap you in rope and plastic, stab you with broken glass
and have you with open gashes strapped to a soakin mattress
Coke and acid, black magic, cloaks and daggers (ahhh!)
Fuck the planet, until it spins on a broken axis
I'm so bananas I'm showin up to your open casket

to fill it full of explosive gasses
[Chorus: J-Black (repeat 2X)]
and close it back with a lit match in it
while I sit back and just hope it catches
Blow you to fragments

Laugh, roll you and smoke the ashes
I see the light at the end
But every time I take a step, it gets dim
Tell me is this hell we're livin in?
If so, heaven's got to be better
But if we're hellbound, whatever, let's go down
I see the light at the end
But every time I take a step, it gets dim
Tell me is this hell we're livin in?
If so, heaven's got to be better
But if we're hellbound, whatever, let's go down

[J-Black]
Am I the worst? Because I, never go to church (never)
I run a red light then sideswipe a hearse
I'ma drink 'til my liver rot, see the doc
Leave the E.R., then hit a bar for a liquor shot, 'til the liver spot
One day we all gon' die
But when I die, I'ma be so high
that I'ma get up and walk, leavin the concrete bare
with the chalk outline still there
I smoke 'til I choke and I sex a lot
I got a cross on my chain but it's just a rock
Now if I pray everynight (night)
Do I still have to hold my trey very tight?
You feel me God? I done did so much shit while on Earth
I smoke, I drink, I curse, and to make matters worse
I bust my gun first, and then I chat with your corpse
Since way back, I was one to never like back-talk
See me at the pearly gates in line, wearin a Nordface
Nickle nine at my waist, God done lost faith
Angels greet me but I don't reply back
Just show me to my quarters, and oh yeah, where's Thai at?
I see the light at the end
But every time I take a step, it gets dim
Tell me is this hell we're livin in?
If so, heaven's got to be better
But if we're hellbound, whatever, let's go down

[Chorus 1/2]

[Announcer]
Maxie was seriously wounded but the soul still burns
Final battle, fight!

[Masta Ace]
Analyze the strength of my game, like Lee Corso
Call me a lost soul, with a vest on my torso
And of course, yo, y'all know I'm no stranger to danger
Like Christ in a manger, feel a whole range of my anger
I breathe down shit so hard you can see sound
And beat down these rap clowns in like three rounds
My pen 'bout as sharp as a dagger, walk with a swagger
Tie your wife to the back of a black Jag and I drag her
Ten blocks, untie the ***** and I still bag her
Give her a smack in the ass and a six pack of lager
My shit go as deep and as dark as a train tunnel
My flows spill like usin the wrong end of a funnel
Everyday I grow more older, and more colder
Fly you to Colorado, roll you over with a Boulder
I know you want to retaliate but you won't dare
Cause you ****in with some niggaz like this who just don't care
I see the light at the end
But every time I take a step, it gets dim
Tell me is this hell we're livin in?
If so, heaven's got to be better
But if we're hellbound, whatever, let's go down
I see the light at the end
But every time I take a step, it gets dim
Tell me is this hell we're livin in?
If so, heaven's got to be better
But if we're hellbound, whatever, let's go down




Without Me ...

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Two trailer park girls go round the outside;
round the outside, round the outside
*scratches*
Two trailer park girls go round the outside;
round the outside, round the outside
*scratches*
Guess who's back
Back again
Shady's back
Tell a friend
Guess who's back, guess who's back,
guess who's back, guess who's back
guess who's back, guess who's back,
guess who's back.. {*Eminem hums*}
[Verse 1: Eminem]
I've created a monster,
cause nobody wants to see Marshall no more
They want Shady, I'm chopped liver (huh?)
Well if you want Shady,
this is what I'll give ya
A little bit of weed mixed with some hard liquor
Some vodka that'll jump start my heart quicker
than a shock when I get shocked at the hospital
by the doctor when I'm not co-operating
When I'm rockin the table
while he's operatin (hey!!)
You waited this long, now stop debating
Cause I'm back, I'm on the rag and ovu-lating
I know that you got a job Ms. Cheney
but your husband's heart problem's complicating
So the FCC won't let me be
or let me be me, so let me see
They try to shut me down on MTV
But it feels so empty, without me
So, come on and dip, rum on your lips
Fuck that, cum on your lips,
and some on your tits
And get ready,
cause this shit's about to get heavy
I just settled all my lawsuits,
FUCK YOU DEBBIE!
[Chorus: Eminem]
Now this looks like a job for me
So everybody, just follow me
Cause we need a little, controversy
Cause it feels so empty, without me
I said this looks like a job for me
So everybody, just follow me
Cause we need a little, controversy
Cause it feels so empty, without me
[Verse 2: Eminem]
Little Hellions, kids feelin rebellious
Embarrassed their parents
still listen to Elvis
They start feelin like prisoners helpless
'til someone comes along on a mission
and yells BITCH!!!

A visionary, vision of scary
Could start a revolution,
pollutin the airwaves
A rebel, so just let me revel and bask
in the fact that I got everyone
kissin my ass {*smak*}
And it's a disaster, such a castastrophe
for you to see so damn much of my ass;
you asked for me?
Well I'm back, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
{*bzzt*} Fix your damn antenna tune it in
and then I'm gonna
enter in, in the front of your skin
like a splinter
The center of attention, back for the winter
I'm interesting, the best thing since wrestling
Investing in your kid's ears and nesting
{*bzzt*} Testing, attention please
Feel the tension, soon as someone mentions me
Here's my ten cents, my two cents is free
A nuisance, who sent? You sent for me?

[Verse 3: Eminem]
A-tisket a-tasket, I go tit for tat with
anybody who's talkin this shit, that shit
Chris Kirkpatrick,
you can get your ass kicked
worse than them little Limp Bizket bastards
And Moby? You can get stomped by Obie
You thirty-six year old baldheaded fag,
blow me
You don't know me, you're too old, let go
It's over, nobody listen to techno
Now let's go, just gimme the signal
I'll be there
with a whole list full of new insults
I been dope, suspenseful with a pencil
ever since Prince turned himself
into a symbol {*knife slices*}
But sometimes the shit just seems
everybody only wants to discuss me
So this must mean I'm dis-gus-ting
But it's just me, I'm just obscene
No I'm not the first king of controversy
I am the worst thing since Elvis Presley
to do black music so selfishly
and used it to get myself wealthy
(Hey!!) There's a concept that works
Twenty million other white rappers emerge
But no matter how many fish in the sea
It'll be so empty, without me

{*Eminem sings this twice:
"Chem-hie-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la"*}

Kids!