Eminem, Murat Koff - Lose Yourself

Late nights
City sleeps
Mine doesn't
People think silence means weakness
This bronze is wetty
Beast buries
One shot, but one opportunity
B*tch, f*ck damn, He don't back that he knows me don't back to this mobile
This is the, this down kingdom views, the moon, that you run, that you better never let it go, we only get one shot,
Black b*tches chance to blow, it's not pursuit and hero, what but a right time, color the souls escaping, we threw
This hoes in his paping, this world is lying to the taking, make me king, let's me move forward, the world harder's
For her, with the bathardom
Clothes the ghost on it, known he goes solid
His clone he goes riding, he loses all over, these hoes is all on it
Coast because chose, he knows they go trawler
Known he goes galler, he knows his gold lather
From holy stone starver, he goes sober and bad, he knows his own lather
Goes your nose, it's being ghost, we co-wather
He's ghost, don't run him, no more, he's so chowder
They grow garb, let me grow, he bro
He knows stones, it's so garb, his soul is so goth
And his cold, it don't boast, it's a cold, it's so copper
But said she got me to beat
F*ck yeah, f*ck yeah, from
B to f*ck damn, from
D.D.V.O
They gon' stab at each other, he's so nabbat, he won't keep up bad as he know, he won't have it, he knows, it's old
Bax that he rose, if it don't matter, this is dope, if he don't stab, then he broke, he don't stab, then he knows, and
He don't stab, then he knows, and he don't stab, then he knows, and he don't stab, then he knows, and he don't stab,
Then it's more, we're on dash, but it's back to nabigan, yo, it's old
Bax to the back, old
Bax to the mobilean when we open yo
F*ck yeah
You gotta make the f**k, so it's not a skitch
I love you, it's old, oh, then he knows, and he don't stab, then he knows, and he don't stab, then he knows, and he
Don't stab, then he knows, and he don't stab, then he knows, and he don't stab, then he knows, and he don't stab, then
He knows, and he don't stab, then he knows, and he don't stab, then he knows, and he don to the
Rose of the
Dome, that is stoked
If he don't stack to the bro, he don't stack to the nose
And he don't stack to this mo, we're on dash
But it's back to not begin, yo
This old
Gax to the back, old
Gax to the mo, we're open, yo
F*ck yeah, f*ck yeah, this town, kingdom views need the moment to roam, that you better never let it go
We can only get one shot, black b*tch's chance to blow, it's not pursuing any road, what for the right time, color the
Souls is gaping, we do this hoes in this paping, this world is lying to the taking
Make me keen
Let's me move farther
The world oughter
I know
I'm the life that's farer
We do the thought
I'm clothed
The ghost on it
No only goes solid
It's clothing goes riding
He loses all over