Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Guy

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

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

And to think I to think you was the shit, bitch
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,
this stitch so you can reap what you sow, nitwit
Thought time had past and I forget it, forget it!
You left our in shambles
You expect me to just get over him? Pretend he never
Maybe gone, but not forgotten
And don't think 'cause he's out the pictures so long
That I've stopped the and still ain't coming to get ya
You're and that shit was rotten
And the way you played him, shit you did to me
Have you any that shit I've gone through?
Feelings I harbor, all this of resentment I hold 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 you?
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 through
Oh, you had me pegged the first
You can't see the
But it's to justify
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 around your side of the town
Like nine hours and forty five minutes now
Finally I your new address, park in your drive
Feel like I been waiting on this all of my life
And it's now arrived, and my mouth is of saliva
My is out and I'm ducking on the side of your house
See, it's sad it to this 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 apology
Or your friendship of sympathy, revenge that I seek
So I sneak vengefully and your bedroom window
Like I reach my full potential, I
Continue to peep, bent low
Keep tapping the lightly then start to crescendo
all the way 'round to the back porch
Man, door handles unlocked, be that easy to do this
You don't for intruders before hand?
Surprised to see me? Cat got your
Gag, chloroform rag, gag almost of a lung
Like you picked up an axe up and swung
Stick to the core plan, to the back of a trunk
By one of fans, irony spectacular, huh?
Now who's a faggot, you
And here's your Bronco hat, you can have that shit back as they

It's me, you and the music now, Slim
I hope you it we are in a car right now
Wait, here my favorite lyric
I'm the bad guy who makes fun of people die
And hey, a sequel to my Mathers LP
Just to try to get to buy
this for publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be done
Eminem by Eminem
Matthew Mitchell, bitch, I even your initials
I was gonna bury you next to my brother, but fuck 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, is quite near
I hope we don't get stopped, no I fear
That sirens I hear? Guess 90 on the freeway the brightest idea
As cops appear in my driver mirror
(Help, god police, ah!!)
Hope foxtrot an aerial shot of your burial
New Stan
Slim, chauvinist pig in this big, Lincoln town car
Well gotta go, at the bridge, haha big bro it's for you
Slim, is for him and Frank Ocean, hope you can swim good!
Now say you homos again!

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

Backs to the wall, I'm up all them odds, toilets clogged
'cause I'm talking a lot of shit but I'm backing it all up
But in my head there's a in the back and it hollas
the track is demolished
I am lack of a conscience
I'm the in your ears
I'm the polyps on the of your tonsils
your vocal chords after your concerts
I'm your time that's almost up you haven't acknowledged
Grab for some water but I'm pill that's too jagged to swallow
I'm the bullies you that you became
With faggot you slaughtered
Coming back on you woman you insult there
With the double-standards you have when it comes to your
I represent 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 what you had until it's 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 hindsight to say, "I you so!"
Foreshadows of all the things are to follow
I'm the future that's here to you what happens tomorrow
If you don't after they call you
The biggest stock of rap who can't call it quits
But it's time to walk
I'm ever guilt the baggage you had
But as you up all your possessions
If there's anything you left to say
Unless it makes an don't bother
So before you rest case
Better sure you're packing a wallop

So one last time, I'm
Before it fades into and it's all over
Behold the final in the saga
to recapture that lightning trapped in a bottle
Twice the that started it all
Tragic of an artist tortured
in his own drawings
Tap thoughts
and darker than anything imaginable
Here a wild stab in the dark
As we pick up the last Mathers' off