Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Guy

It's like I'm in the dirt, up old hurt
Tried everything to get my mind off you, it won't
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 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 for closure
Don't an explanation I'm owed for
The way that you your back on me
Just when I may 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 seem to be fine
I'd never but tonight I betcha that whatcha
'Bout to go through's tougher than I ever have suffered
Can't think of a better way to define justice
Can I grudges, mind is saying: "let it go, fuck this"
Heart is saying: "I will once I bury this alive
Hide the shovel and then off in the sunset"

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

And to think I used to think you was the shit,
To think it was you at one time I worshiped,
you can hurt people and just keep getting away with it?
Not this time, you better go and get kit, bitch
Finish stitch so you can reap what you sow, nitwit
Thought some had past and I forget it, forget it!
You left our family in
You expect me to just get over him? he never existed
Maybe gone, but not forgotten
And don't think 'cause he's been out the pictures so
That I've stopped the plottin' and 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 idea that shit I've through?
I harbor, all this pain of resentment I hold on to
Not once you to ask me how I'm doing
Letters, you respond to 'em
Fuck it, I'm to see you
And gee who to talk to than you?
The cause to my
My is garbage and I'm 'bout to take it out on you
Poof, then I'm

I flee the like it was my last ride
You see through
Oh, you had me the first time
You see the truth
But it's easier to
What's bad is
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 frickin' hours and five minutes now
Finally I found 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 of saliva
My is out and I'm ducking on the side of your house
See, sad it came to this point
Such a I had to make this appointment to come and see ya
But ain't here for ya empathy, I don't your apology
Or your friendship of sympathy, revenge that I seek
So I sneak vengefully and your bedroom window
Like I my full potential, I peeked
Continue to peep, still low
Keep the glass lightly then start to crescendo
Sneak all the way 'round to the porch
Man, door handles unlocked, shouldn't be easy to do this
You don't for intruders before hand?
Surprised to see me? Cat got tongue?
Gag, chloroform rag, gag almost hack of a
Like you up an axe up and then 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 your Bronco hat, you can have that shit back as they suck

just me, you and the music now, Slim
I hope you hear it we are in a car now
Wait, here comes my lyric
I'm the bad guy who fun of people that die
And hey, a sequel to my Mathers LP
to try to get people to buy
How's this for publicity stunt? This be fun
Last album now 'cause after you'll be officially done
Eminem by Eminem
Matthew Mitchell, bitch, I even have your
I was gonna bury you next to my brother, but fuck it
Since you your city so much
I figured, the fuck the best place you could be buried alive is right here
Two more exits, town is quite
I hope we get stopped, no license I fear
That sirens I hear? Guess 90 on the freeway the brightest idea
As appear in my driver side mirror
(Help, god police, ah!!)
Hope foxtrot gets an aerial shot of burial
New Stan
Slim, chauvinist pig drove in big, Lincoln town car
Well go, almost at the bridge, haha big bro it's for you
Slim, this is for him and Ocean, hope you can swim good!
Now say you homos again!

I also represent anyone normally on the end of these jokes of a beat
I'm the nightmare you fell asleep in and 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, it's hopeless, I'm the that you're hopelessly in
When say all of this is approaching its end
But you refuse to believe that over, here we go all over again

Backs to the wall, I'm stacking up all them odds, toilets
Yeah 'cause I'm talking a lot of but I'm backing it all up
But in my head there's a voice in the back and it
After the track is
I am your of a conscience
I'm the ringing in ears
I'm the polyps on the back of tonsils
Eating your chords after your concerts
I'm time that's almost up that you haven't acknowledged
Grab for some water but I'm that pill that's too to swallow
I'm the you hate that you became
With faggot you slaughtered
back on you every woman you insult there
With the double-standards you have it comes to your daughters
I represent everything you for granted
'Cause Marshall the rapper's persona's have a facade and
Matthew and Stan's just symbolic of you not knowing what you had it's gone
'Cause after all the and the glam no more fans that are calling your name
are off, sad but it happens 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 here to show you what happens tomorrow
If you don't stop after call you
The biggest stock of rap who can't call it quits
But it's to walk away
I'm ever guilt the baggage you had
But as you gather up all your
If there's you have left to say
it makes an impact don't bother
So before you your case
Better make sure you're 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 recapture lightning trapped in a bottle
the magic that started it all
Tragic portrait of an tortured
in his own drawings
Tap into
Blacker and than anything imaginable
Here goes a stab in the dark
As we pick up the last Mathers' off