Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Guy

It's like I'm in the dirt, digging up old
everything to get my mind off you, it won't work
All it takes is one song on the you're right back on it
Reminding me all over how you fucking just brushed me off
And left me so burned, spent a lot of time trying to soul
Maybe I needed to grow up a first
Looks I hit a growth spurt
But I am for closure
Don't an explanation I'm owed for
The way that you turned your on me
when I may have needed you most
Oh, you thought it was
You can just the chapter
And go about life, like it was nothing
You ruined mine, but you to be doing fine
I'd never recovered but I betcha that whatcha
'Bout to go through's tougher anything I ever have suffered
Can't think of a better way to define justice
Can I hold grudges, mind is "let it go, fuck this"
Heart is saying: "I will once I bury this alive
Hide the shovel and drive off in the sunset"

I flee the scene it was my last ride
You see right
Oh, you had me pegged the first
You see the truth
But it's easier to
bad is good
And I to be the bad guy
I just to be the bad guy

And to think I used to you was the shit, bitch
To it was you at one time I worshiped, shit
Think you can hurt people and just keep getting with it?
Not time, you better go and get sewing kit, bitch
Finish this stitch so you can reap what you sow,
some time had past and I forget it, forget it!
You left our in shambles
You expect me to just get over Pretend he never existed
gone, but he's not forgotten
And don't think 'cause he's been out the pictures so
That I've stopped the plottin' and still ain't to get ya
You're wrong and that shit was
And the way you played him, same you did to me
Have you any idea that shit gone through?
Feelings I harbor, all this pain of resentment I on to
Not once you called to ask me how I'm
Letters, you respond to 'em
it, I'm coming to see you
And gee who better to talk to than
The cause to my
My life is garbage and I'm 'bout to it out on you
Poof, then I'm

I flee the scene it was my last ride
You see right
Oh, you had me pegged the time
You see the truth
But it's to justify
bad is good
And I to be the bad guy
I just to be the bad guy
to be the bad guy

I've been driving around your side of the
Like nine hours and forty five minutes now
Finally I found your new address, park in your
Feel like I waiting on this moment all of my life
And it's now arrived, and my mouth is of saliva
My knife is out and I'm ducking on the of your house
See, it's sad it came to this
Such a I had to make this appointment to come and see ya
But here for ya empathy, I don't need your apology
Or your friendship of sympathy, it's revenge that I
So I sneak vengefully and treat bedroom window
Like I reach my full potential, I
Continue to peep, bent low
tapping the glass lightly then start to crescendo
Sneak all the way 'round to the porch
Man, door handles unlocked, shouldn't be that to do this
You don't for intruders before hand?
Surprised to see me? Cat got your
Gag, rag, gag almost hack of a lung
Like you picked up an axe up and then
Stick to the core plan, drag to the of a trunk
By one of your fans, irony spectacular,
Now who's a faggot, you
And here's your Bronco hat, you can have that shit as they suck

It's just me, you and the music now,
I you hear it we are in a car right now
Wait, here comes my favorite
I'm the bad guy who makes fun of people die
And hey, here's a sequel to my LP
to try to get people to buy
How's this for publicity stunt? This be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially
killed by Eminem
Matthew Mitchell, bitch, I even have your
I initially was gonna you next to my brother, but fuck it
Since you love city so much
I figured, what the fuck the best you could be buried alive is right here
Two more exits, town is quite
I we don't get stopped, no license I fear
That sirens I Guess 90 on the freeway wasn't the brightest idea
As cops appear in my driver mirror
(Help, god police, ah!!)
foxtrot gets an aerial shot of your burial
New Stan
Slim, chauvinist pig drove in this big, Lincoln car
Well gotta go, almost at the bridge, haha big bro for you
Slim, is for him and Frank Ocean, hope you can swim good!
Now say you hate again!

I also anyone normally seen on the end of these jokes of a beat
I'm the nightmare you asleep in and woke up still in
I'm your karma closing in with each of a pen
Perfect time to have some remorse to show for sin
No, hopeless, I'm the denial that you're hopelessly in
When they say all of this is its end
But you refuse to believe that it's over, we go all over again

Backs to the wall, I'm stacking up all them odds, clogged
Yeah I'm talking a lot of shit but I'm backing it all up
But in my head a voice in the back and it hollas
the track is demolished
I am your lack of a
I'm the ringing in your
I'm the polyps on the back of tonsils
Eating vocal chords after your concerts
I'm your time that's up that you haven't acknowledged
Grab for some water but I'm that pill that's too jagged to
I'm the bullies you hate that you
With faggot you slaughtered
Coming on you every woman you insult there
With the double-standards you when it comes to your daughters
I everything you take for granted
Marshall Mather's the rapper's persona's have a facade and
Matthew and Stan's just symbolic of you not knowing what you had until gone
after all the glitz and the glam no more fans that are calling your name
Cameras are off, sad but it to all of them,
I'm the to say, "I told you so!"
Foreshadows of all the things that are to
I'm the future that's here to show you happens tomorrow
If you stop after they call you
The biggest laughing of rap who can't call it quits
But it's time to away
I'm guilt trip the baggage you had
But as you gather up all possessions
If anything you have left to say
Unless it makes an don't bother
So before you rest your
Better sure you're packing a wallop

So one last time, I'm
Before it into black and it's all over
Behold the chapter in the saga
Trying to that lightning trapped in a bottle
Twice the magic started it all
Tragic portrait of an tortured
Trapped in his own
Tap thoughts
and darker than anything imaginable
Here a wild stab in the dark
As we up the last Mathers' left off