أنشئ محتوى بتقنية صوت الذكاء الاصطناعي Slim Shady

I like it when you call me Big Poppa, put your hands in the air like you's a true player.

Gold chains resting on the nightstand, smoke drifting slow through the penthouse breeze. We got the chandelier glowing over marble floors while she moves through the shadows. Cartier glasses on the dash, everything custom, living this life without a single worry in the world tonight.

Pop these pills like Skittles, brain's in the middle of a riddle, got my mind twisted like a pretzel, mental. Smack rappers silly till they dizzy, make 'em feel the physical, lyrical criminal, individual sick individual, spitting syllables till they're critical.

Like when I got them breaths going six ways, fishing down by money lakes, and kinda thing they me so much about records. Holding down like ceiling moves, ain't trying to keep the same head going, just riding them waves back.

Yo, walked into class with my middle finger up, teacher's face turned red like ketchup. Don't give a damn about detention, threw my textbook through the window, principal's screaming my name again. Yeah, whatever, I'm out this bitch, catch me if you can.

Yo, I just decided to throw my microphone into the crowd and hit some guy in the face. Oh wait, that's my producer. Whatever man, I'm gonna go grab some nachos and throw them at security. See ya, suckers!

On a passé la vitesse supérieure, la Ligue est dans la place. Je ne regarde plus le rétro, je ne vois que le sommet et l'oseille qui s'entasse. Les jaloux parlent, mais mon nom résonne partout, des quartiers jusqu'à la côte. C'est plus du jeu, c'est la réalité.

Baby they don't know me like you do, keep it real with the truth. Sometimes I be thinking bout school days, when everybody trying switch up on me. Need that loyalty straight up, no fake love around me if.