Luyện nghe bài hát Wicked Ways

I'm by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm names
I to dig my way to hell
I want to dig my way to

I'm by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm names
I want to dig my way to
I to dig my way to hell

Guess I got a way with words I could get away murder
Ever heard of Aspergers? It's a condition
It's what you're suffering when you simply don't care if its an
Eighty degree day and no fricken air conditioning
And you can't see, the b****'s hair is
'Cause you got the windows up blaring the system in your Chevrolet

The devil ain't on the level as him
someone who rebels in straight masochism
And him giving him an adjective an a** whooping
So bad they put his a** in prison
I word bully I verbally abuse verbs he did something to me personally
Used forgetfully so I cut and ditch it now I fully rap

Cadillac from a K Car, my a** from a hole in the ground, still can't em apart
Came straight out the park screaming I'm proud
To at K-mart and it became art
And I'm still fed up and as off as they are
To this day I get in fights with the same broad
At the same Walmart over the same cart
In the middle of the whilin I don't give a f*** I don't play!
You think you saw this first?
Yeah backwards motherf***ing Bob and Silent Jay
Illest s*** you could think I say
Mind's like a of clay
When's the last time you saw a villain a cape?
a gaping hole in it
Whip out, whip

Tied him around my neck went the fire escape of the Empire State
Straight fell straight down to the ground splattered all over the state
And straight to got an impaled by the gates
So stuck his face in an ashtray
But I around flames with a match and I gave him the gas face
And this ain't got nothing to do with a
Being gay little but by the way
it's getting darker by the day
I'm a combination of Skylar Grey, Tyler the Creator, and Jay

It's a f***ing to be this lyrical
my face with clown make up and a smiley face, I'm insane
Every rhyme I say, a**aults you like an violet ray
I'm sellin' hatred buffet all the s*** you can eat
$11.99 so come on and pile a
I'm throwin' the gauntlet to see what hell I can raise
the rhyme I'm spittin' while I'm s***tin' on the competition
In the meantime it's always time

I'm by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm names
I want to dig my way to
I to dig my way to hell

I'm getting by with my wicked
I'm loading up and I'm names
I want to dig my way to
I want to dig my way to

I've a career a**hole
I don't see why people always got my back
I said so much f***ed up s***, I was born a mistake
But I was put not by accident
I had a purpose and that purpose was to beat a beat
Slaughter tracks, I done put my two dimes and a nickel in s***
And I'm coming to get that back
Ndamukong the drama can build
Your mama can ask me for my
cougars a MILF, she's the oldest trick in the book
But I sure would for that
You done a bat to a rocket launcher fight
I get on the mic I'm a snap
Make you the ambulance that took me to the hospital
When I would have caught a flat

If it makes you sick to stomach pass it
my suggestions's Kaopectate
If it like I'm running away with the game
Its 'cause I am speculate spectate
All I got is for days and insults for decades
But I get by my wicked ways, lady you can a dick till your neck aches
Cry you get puffy eyes red face
But I'm leaving on this jet
You fly, you're an airhead
I'm sick of pounding a square peg in a round hole, sorry another
But baggage ain't gonna fit in my storage over headspace
'Cause you just ain't big enough to fit damaged goods
words don't try to put the heart in a headcase

'Cause baby stable mentally I I need my meds, I peed my bed
I'm going blind, I don't see my legs, I on falling down
No you can't stand me, I need my cane
Someone help me I think my face is
If you these migrains, see these maggots eat my brain
This G-I-A-empty hole in my head
If you read my you can see my pain
And you see why I'd be this way
Ever since I was high playin' with G.I. Joes
Or the P-I-E hoes that peep my game

I'm about, like a f***in' echo
Psycho on a
If I Iko
I'm out of control no
Other mike-o, stab you to the
Nothing but a hole your skull where you eye close
'Cause I'm gonna sock it to you, dyko, you like it
Get on your Harley menstrual cycle and ride it, like a motorbike
I'm gonna blow the mike the whole night so strike up the f***in' maestro, I'm like
And heigh-ho, hand me my shovel I'm libel to dig my deeper
off to H-E double hockey sticks I go

I'm getting by with my ways
I'm up and I'm taking names
I want to dig my way to
I to dig my way to hell

I'm getting by my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm names
I to dig my way to hell
I to dig my way to hell

Oh be empty, please be empty, please be empty
you, God
S***.
It's a
I'm rock this blouse and put a c*** in mouth and get my balls blew out
And gay the A.M
And lay with eighteen guys and let myself show, let myself show
But f*** it, suck the tucket
Life's too short to not your bone
So everybody,
Circle jerk, my body

Who is that? Where are you going? Mm come
Why does everyone always me?
Hello? you then
Blow it out a**