Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Guy

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

I flee the scene like it was my ride
You see right
Oh, you had me the first time
You can't see the
But easier to justify
bad is good
And I to be the bad guy
I hate to be the bad guy

And to think I used to think you was the shit,
To it was you at one time I worshiped, shit
Think you can hurt people and just keep away with it?
Not this time, you better go and get sewing kit,
Finish this stitch so you can reap what you sow,
Thought some had past and I forget it, forget it!
You left our in shambles
You expect me to just get him? Pretend he never existed
Maybe gone, but he's not
And don't think 'cause been out the pictures so long
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, shit you did to me
Have you any idea that shit gone through?
I harbor, all this pain of resentment I hold on to
Not you called to ask me how I'm doing
Letters, you don't to 'em
it, I'm coming to see you
And gee who better to talk to than
The cause to my
My life is and I'm 'bout to take it out on you
Poof, then I'm

I flee the scene like it was my 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 hate to be the bad guy
to be the bad guy

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

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

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

Backs to the wall, I'm up all them odds, toilets clogged
Yeah 'cause I'm talking a lot of but I'm backing it all up
But in my head there's a in the back and it hollas
After the track is
I am your of a conscience
I'm the in your ears
I'm the polyps on the back of your
Eating vocal chords after your concerts
I'm time that's almost up that you haven't acknowledged
Grab for some water but I'm that that's too jagged to swallow
I'm the bullies you hate you became
With every faggot you
Coming back on you every woman you insult
With the double-standards you when it comes to your daughters
I represent everything you take for
'Cause Marshall the rapper's persona's have a facade and
Matthew and Stan's just symbolic of you not what you had until it's gone
'Cause after all the glitz and the glam no more fans that are your name
Cameras are off, sad but it to all of them,
I'm the to say, "I told you so!"
of all the things that are to follow
I'm the future here to show you what happens tomorrow
If you don't after they call you
The biggest laughing stock of rap who can't it quits
But it's to walk away
I'm ever guilt trip the you had
But as you up all your possessions
If anything you have left to say
Unless it an impact don't bother
So you rest your case
Better make sure you're a wallop

So one last time, I'm
Before it fades into black and it's all
Behold the final chapter in the
Trying to that lightning trapped in a bottle
Twice the magic that it all
Tragic portrait of an artist
in his own drawings
Tap into
Blacker and than anything imaginable
goes a wild stab in the dark
As we up the last Mathers' left off