este post es pal puto, se conoce xd
Piei! por fin, el primer single del nuevo álbum de Eminem “Relapse” y mira que single! ahí con Doctor y 50, que este último es el amo cuando está con los maestros
Crack A Bottle
y te dejo la lyric ahí pa que veas que te quiero y te sigo proporcionando buen rap mofoh!
Oooh! Ladies and gentlemen, the moment you’ve all been waiting for. In this corner, weighing 175 pounds, with a record of 17 rapes, 400 assaults, and 4 murders, the undisputed, most diabolic villain in the world, Slim… Shady!
So crack a bottle, let your body waddle.
Don’t act like a snobby model,
You just hit the lotto.
Uh-oh, uh-oh, bitches hopping in my Taha-oe .
Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got gloves
Now where’s the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers?
I noticed there’s so many of them and there’s really not that many of us.
N’ Ladies love us, my posse’s kicking up dust.
It’s on till the break of dawn and we’re starting this party from dusk. (From dusk.. from dusk.. from dusk…)
OK…(ok..) LET’S GO..(go..go..)!!!
Back when Andre the giant, mister elephant tusk,
Fix your must, you’ll just be another one bit the dust.
Just one of, my mothers son who got thrown under the bus.
Kiss my butt, Lick frumunda cheese from under my nuts.
It disgusts, me to see the game the way that it looks.
Its a must, I redeem my name n’ haters get mushed.
Bitch-s lust, Man they love me when I lay in the cut.
Fist the cut, The lady give her eighty some paper cut.
Now picture us, Its ridiculous you curse at the thought,
Cuz when I spit the verse the shit gets worse then Worcestershure sauce.
If I could fit the words as picture perfect, works every time.
Every verse, every line, as simple as nursery rhymes.
Its elementary, The elephants have entered the room.
I venture to say we’re the center of attention its true.
Not to mention back with a vengeance so here’s the signal,
Of the bat symbol, The platinum trio’s back on you hoes.
Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre…(Dre…)
They see that low rider go by there like “Oh my!”
You ain’t got to tell me why you’re sick cuz I know why.
I dip through, in that six trey like sick ‘em Dre.
I’m an itch that they can’t scratch, they’re sick of me.
But hey, what else can I say? I love LA.
Cuz over and above all, it’s just another day
And this one begins where the last one ends.
Pick up where we left off, and get smashed again.
I’ll be dammed, just fu-k around and crashed my Benz.
Driving around with a smashed front end.
Let’s cash that one in.
Grab another one from out the stable.
The Monte Carlo, El Camino or the El Dorado.
The hell if I know.
Do I want leather seats or vinyl?
Decisions, decisions. Garage looks like precision collision.
Or maico, beats quake-like Waco.
Just keep the bass low speakers away from your face though.
And I take great pleasure of introducing….50 Cent..
It’s bottle, after bottle.
The money ain’t a thang when you party with me.
It’s what we into, its simple
We ball out of control like you wouldn’t believe.
I’m the napalm the bomb the don i’m King Kong
Get rolled on. wrapped up and reigned on.
I’m so calm through Vietnam, ring the alarm,
Bring the shaun dawn burn marajauan do what you want.
Nigga, on-and-on till the break of wut
Get the paper man i’m caking you know i don’t give a fuck.
I spend it like it don’t mean nutin’,
Blow it like its supposed to be blown,
Motherfucker i’m grown.
I stunt, I style, I flash the shit.
I gets what the fuck i want, so what I trick.
Fat ass burgundy bags, classy shit Jimmy Cho shoes,
I say move-a bitch, move.