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Translate the highlighted words as you listen to the song
Really?
The
You
know,
man,
we
going
to
the
studio
or
what?
Yeah,
let's
go,
let,
hold
on
I
keep
getting
alerts
on
my
phone
Alerts?
Yeah,
like
articles
and
shit,
like:
'Eminem
completely
phones
in
his
verse
This
What's
wrong
with
him?
He's
gotta
stop
looking
at
that
shit
bro.
Like
damn
You
know
Everybody's
been
tellin'
me
what
they
think
about
me
for
the
last
few
months
It's
too
loud
Maybe
it's
time
I
tell
'em
what
I
think
about
them
Can't
hear
it
coming
down
the
hallway
stairs
from
the
parking
lot
It's
too
loud
Three's
not
a
crowd
all
up
in
it
slow
fire
Don't
fall
on
my
face
Don't
fall
on
my
faith
Don't
fall
on
my
fate
Don't
fall
on
my
faith
Don't
fall
on
my
fate
Don't
fall
on
my–
Gotta
concentrate
against
the
clock
I
race
Got
no
time
to
waste
I'm
already
late
I
got
a
marathoner's
pace
Went
from
addict
to
a
workaholic
word
to
Dr
Dre
In
that
first
marijuana
tape—guess
I
got
a
chronic
case
And
I
ain't
just
blowin'
smoke,
'less
it's
in
your
momma's
face
I know
this
time
Paul
and
Dre
They
won't
tell
me
what
not
to
say
And
though
me
and
my
party
days
Have
all
pretty
much
parted
ways
You'd
swear
to
God
I
forgot
I'm
the
guy
that
made
'Not
Afraid'
One
last
time
for
Charlamagne
If
my
response
is
late
it's
just
how
long
it
takes
To
hit
my
radar
I'm
so
far
away
These
rappers
are
like
Hunger
Games
One
minute
they're
mockin'
Jay
Next
minute
they
get
their
style
from
Migos
or
they
copy
Drake
Maybe
I
just
don't
know
when
to
turn
around
and
walk
away
But
all
the
hate
I
call
it
'Walk
on
Water'
gate
I've
had
as
much
as
I can
tolerate
I'm
sick
and
tired
of
waitin'
I
done
lost
my
patience
I can
take
all
of
you
on
at
once
You
wanted
Shady?
You
got
him!
Don't
fall
on
my
face
Don't
fall
on
my
faith
Don't
fall
on
my
fate
Don't
fall
on
my
faith
Don't
fall
on
my
fate
Somebody
tell
Budden
before
I
snap
he
better
fasten
it
Or
have
his
body
bag
get
zipped
The
closest
thing
he's
had
to
hits
is
smackin'
bitches
And
don't
make
me
have
to
give
it
back
to
Akademiks
Say
this
shit
is
trash
again,
I'll
have
you
twisted
Like
you
had
it
when
you
thought
you
had
me
slippin'
at
the
telly
Even
when
I'm
gettin'
brain,
you'll
never
catch
me
with
a
thot
Lackin'
with
it,
'he
ain't
spittin'
like
this
on
his
last
shit'
Ho,
you
better
go
back
and
listen
You
know
me
better
thinking
I'll
slow
or
let
up
Call
it
trap
'cause
it's
a
total
setup
Hopin'
that
you
rappers
fall
in
that
Dre
said,
'Hold
your
head
up!'—Kathy
Griffin
Stackin'
ammunition,
slap
the
clip
and
cock
it
back
on
competition
This
is
how
I
shot
ahead—
—Gabby
Giffords
My
attack
is
vicious
Jack
the
Ripper
back
in
business
Tyler
create
nothin',
I see
why
you
called
yourself
a
bitch
It's
not
just
'cause
you
lack
attention
It's
because
you
worship
D12's
balls
You're
sack-religious
If
you're
gonna
critique
me
You
better
at
least
be
as
good
or
better
Get
Earl
the
Hooded
Sweater
Whatever
his
name
is
to
help
you
put
together
Some
words
more
than
just
two
letters
The
fans
waited
for
this
moment
Like
that
feature
when
I
stole
the
show
Sorry
if
I
took
forever
Don't
fall
on
my
face
Don't
fall
on
my
faith
Don't
fall
on
my
fate
Don't
fall
on
my
faith
Don't
fall
on
my
fate
It's
too
easy
Just
remember
I
was
here
before
you
And
I'll be
here
after
you
make
your
run-in
for
you
Detractors
I
might
have
to
Pitchfork
with
a
corkscrew
Just
what
the
doctor
ordered
Revenge
is
the
best
medicine
Increase
the
dose
from
least
to
most
And
then
tell
the
Grammys
to
go
and
themselves
They
suck
the
blood
from
all
the
biggest
artists
like
some
leeches
So
they
nominate
'em
get
'em
there
get
a
name
to
MC
the
show
Every
parasite
needs
a
host
Then
give
Album
of
the
Year
to
somebody
That
no
one's
ever
even
heard
of
All
I know
is
I
wrote
every
single
word
of
Everything
I
ever
murdered
Time
to
separate
the
sheep
from
goats
And
I
got
no
faith
in
your
writers
I
don't
believe
in
ghosts
When
rap
needed
it
most
I
was
that
wing
and
a
prayer
A
beacon
of
hope
put
a
B-I-R-D
in
the
air
Somewhere
some
kid
is
bumpin'
this
while
he
lip-syncs
in
the
mirror
That's
who
I'm
doin'
it
for
the
rest
I
don't
really
even
care
But
you
would
think
I'm
carryin'
a
Oxford
dictionary
in
my
pocket
How
I'm
buryin'
these
artists
on
a
scale
of
'turnt'
you're
'minus'
Mine
says
'very'
yours
says
'hardly'
and
what's
scary
is
you
probably
Can
compare
me
to
your
car
'cause
I'm
just
barely
gettin'
started
And
far
as
Lord
Jamar
you
better
leave
me
the
hell
alone
Or
I'll
show
you
an
Elvis
clone
Walk
up
in
this
house
you
own
thrust
my
pelvic
bone
You
should
telephone
and
go
fetch
me
the
remote
Put
my
feet
up
and
just
make
myself
at
home
I
belong
here
clown
don't
tell
me
'bout
the
culture
I
inspired
the
Hopsins
the
Logics
the
Coles
the
Seans
the
K-Dots
the
5'9's
and
Brought
the
world
50
Cent
you
did
squat
piss
and
moan
But
I'm
not
gonna
fall
Bitch!
It's
too
loud
Can't
hear
it
coming
down
the
hallway
stairs
from
the
parking
lot
It's
too
loud
Three's
not
a
crowd
all
up
in
it
Slow
fire