Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Guy

It's like I'm in the dirt, digging up old
Tried to get my mind off you, it won't work
All it takes is one song on the radio right back on it
Reminding me all again how you fucking just brushed me off
And me so burned, spent a lot of time trying to soul search
Maybe I to grow up a little first
like I hit a growth spurt
But I am for closure
suppose 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 close the chapter
And go about your life, like it was
You ruined mine, but you to be doing fine
I'd never recovered but tonight I betcha whatcha
'Bout to go through's tougher anything I ever have suffered
Can't think of a better way to define poetic
Can I hold grudges, is saying: "let it go, fuck this"
is saying: "I will once I bury this bitch alive
Hide the shovel and 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 see the truth
But easier to justify
What's bad is
And I to be the bad guy
I hate to be the bad guy

And to I used to think you was the shit, bitch
To think it was you at one time I worshiped,
Think you can hurt people and just keep away with it?
Not this time, you better go and get kit, bitch
Finish this stitch so you can reap what you sow,
Thought some time had past and I forget it, it!
You left our in shambles
You me to just get over him? Pretend he never existed
Maybe gone, but not forgotten
And don't 'cause he's been out the pictures so long
That stopped the plottin' and still ain't coming to get ya
You're wrong and that was rotten
And the way you played him, same you did to me
Have you any idea that I've gone through?
Feelings I harbor, all this pain of I hold on to
Not you called 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 cause to my
My is garbage and I'm 'bout to take it out on you
Poof, I'm gone

I flee the like 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 just 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 found your new address, park in drive
Feel like I been waiting on this moment all of my
And now arrived, and my mouth is full of saliva
My knife is out and I'm on the side of your house
See, sad it came to this point
Such a disappointment I had to make this appointment to and see ya
But ain't for ya empathy, I don't need your apology
Or your friendship of sympathy, it's that I seek
So I sneak vengefully and treat your window
I reach my full potential, I peeked
Continue to peep, still low
tapping the glass lightly then start to crescendo
Sneak all the way 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, rag, gag almost hack of a lung
Like you picked up an axe up and swung
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 Bronco hat, you can have that shit back as they suck

It's me, you and the music now, Slim
I you hear it we are in a car right now
Wait, here comes my lyric
I'm the bad guy who makes fun of that die
And hey, a sequel to my Mathers LP
Just to try to get to buy
How's this for publicity stunt? should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially
Eminem killed by
Matthew Mitchell, bitch, I have your initials
I initially was bury you next to my brother, but fuck it
Since you love city so much
I figured, what the fuck the best place you could be buried alive is right
Two more exits, town is near
I hope we get stopped, no license I fear
That sirens I hear? Guess 90 on the wasn't 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 this big, Lincoln car
Well go, almost 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 represent anyone normally seen 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 stroke 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 they say all of this is its end
But you refuse to believe that it's over, 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 shit but I'm it all up
But in my head there's a voice in the back and it
After the is demolished
I am your lack of a
I'm the in your ears
I'm the on the back of your tonsils
Eating your vocal chords your concerts
I'm your time almost up that you haven't acknowledged
Grab for some water but I'm pill that's too jagged to swallow
I'm the bullies you hate that you
With every you slaughtered
Coming back on you every woman you insult
With the double-standards you when it comes to your daughters
I represent you take for granted
'Cause Mather's the rapper's persona's have a facade and
Matthew and Stan's just symbolic of you not knowing what you had until it's
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 to say, "I told you so!"
Foreshadows of all the things that are to
I'm the that's here to show you what happens tomorrow
If you don't stop after call you
The biggest laughing stock of rap who can't call it
But it's time to walk
I'm guilt trip the baggage you had
But as you up all your possessions
If there's anything you left to say
Unless it makes an impact don't
So you rest your case
Better make sure you're a wallop

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