Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Guy

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

I flee the scene like it was my last
You see right
Oh, you had me pegged the first
You can't see the
But it's easier to
bad is good
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 think it was you at one I worshiped, shit
Think you can hurt people and keep getting away with it?
Not time, you better go and get sewing kit, bitch
Finish this so you can reap what you sow, nitwit
Thought some time had and I forget it, forget it!
You our family in shambles
You expect me to just get him? Pretend he never existed
Maybe gone, but not forgotten
And don't think 'cause he's out the pictures so long
I've stopped the plottin' and still ain't coming to get ya
You're and that shit was rotten
And the way you played him, same you did to me
Have you any idea shit I've gone through?
Feelings I harbor, all this pain of resentment I on to
Not once you to ask me how I'm doing
Letters, you don't to 'em
Fuck it, I'm to see you
And gee who better to talk to you?
The to my problems
My life is and I'm 'bout to take it out on you
Poof, I'm gone

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 easier 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 driving your side of the town
Like nine frickin' and forty five minutes now
I found your new address, park in your drive
Feel like I been on this moment all of my life
And it's now arrived, and my mouth is full of
My knife is out and I'm ducking on the side of your
See, sad it came to this point
Such a disappointment I had to make appointment 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 sneak vengefully and treat bedroom window
I reach my full potential, I peeked
Continue to peep, still low
Keep tapping the lightly then start to crescendo
Sneak all the way 'round to the back
Man, handles unlocked, shouldn't be that easy to do this
You don't for intruders before hand?
Surprised to see me? Cat got tongue?
Gag, chloroform rag, gag hack of a lung
Like you picked up an axe up and then
Stick to the core plan, drag to the back of a
By one of your fans, spectacular, huh?
Now who's a faggot, you
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 makes fun of people die
And hey, here's a to my Mathers LP
Just to try to get to buy
How's this for publicity This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially
Eminem by Eminem
Matthew Mitchell, bitch, I have your initials
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 hope we don't get stopped, no I fear
That I hear? Guess 90 on the freeway wasn't the brightest idea
As cops appear in my driver side
(Help, god police, ah!!)
Hope gets an aerial shot of your burial
New Stan
Slim, chauvinist pig drove in this big, 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 hate again!

I also anyone normally 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 karma closing in with each of a pen
Perfect time to some remorse to show for your sin
No, it's hopeless, I'm the denial that hopelessly in
When say all of this is approaching its end
But you refuse to believe that it's over, here we go all over

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
After the is demolished
I am lack of a conscience
I'm the ringing in your
I'm the polyps on the back of your
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 to swallow
I'm the bullies you hate that you
With faggot you slaughtered
Coming back on you every woman you there
With the double-standards you when it comes to your daughters
I represent everything you for granted
Marshall Mather's the rapper's persona's have a facade and
Matthew and Stan's just symbolic of you not knowing you had until it's gone
'Cause after all the glitz and the glam no more fans 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 that 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 laughing stock of rap who call it quits
But it's to walk away
I'm ever guilt trip the you had
But as you up all your possessions
If there's anything you have to say
Unless it makes an impact bother
So before you rest your
Better sure you're packing a wallop

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