Luyện nghe bài hát I'm On Everything

All these little young kids aint got no
Shit, these lil kids is on
Syrup. Painkillers. Cigarette. Weed. Hennessy. Vodka. ha

I'm on (x5)

Syrup. Painkillers. Cigarette. Weed. Hennessy. Vodka. ha

I'm on (x5)

Da 5'9"]
I'm on painkillers, cigarette, weed
Sober interest me
I'm on
Bout to sip the liquor like it's
Thats how I am

I painkillers to ease the pain
Though I aint in
No, we, the same, we drunk
I'm on

'Cept when I it, gout
Me up, ha, alf
Cash everything, acid tab, hash, 'rooms
I done woke up with a f-cking tiger in my
I am high, high, high, high
Menace to society I feel sorry for your
Me and on 'shrooms
us the Mario brothers
Back down, we never down
Never out
put my back down

Syrup, Painkillers, Cigarette, Weed, Hennessy, Vodka,
I'm on (x5)

Painkillers, I call 'em pillars
'Cause they'll hold me up when I 'em
I a cane and pillows
I'm on

Sick I kick it, barf
Me up, fart
I crush ya brain like a pill crusher, lets crush a yeah
F-ck, I I just crushed my last Tylenol 3 up

Grab the key up off the counter till the all left the crib
Man, whoda knew 3 in the morning I'd still be up
Could barely see up over the steering wheel, crashed the whip, tore a up
On my way to the dealer's, re-up
Call me Brett Favre, it F-A-V-R, E, yep
It's wrong, other I just f-cked my RV up
Bitch, it's on again yeah, break that Klonopin in
While I smoke some chronic in the cab with Donovan
And I dye my back blonde again and laugh
I'm the real macaroni you cheesy bitch, I'm with the craft
There's a in my noodle, you angel hair pasta
Flows like some f-cking tangled hair rasta...
...farian, Jamaican, relax, man
send a f-cking axe at you if you insist on a f-cking accent
Bad and Evil is back an epidural, c heck ya girl
'Cause after we prop you up, we her up
So, baby, come put ya up in these stirrups
boyfriend better find another f-cking whore to smash the stir up
We rap like on

Syrup, Painkillers, Cigarette, Weed, Hennessy, Vodka,
I'm on (x5)

Syrup, Painkillers, Cigarette, Weed, Hennessy, Vodka,
I'm on (x5)

Da 5'9"]
I'm on syrup painkillers, cigarette,
Uh, classic!
Eminem and him again, my sentiments exactly
I told that bitch to get at me, then the bitch me
Kid you not, I'm lit up as f-ck, tucked in my pants
Then I'm hearing dishes drop, 'cause I walked away from my dinner with

Then I aimed to the front of the shopping center
Wit' a book and a hundred and ten bucks
And a bunch of change and beater with a mustard stain
I'll crush brain like I'm crushing pills
the f-ck's the muthf-cking deal?
This shit's making me feel like I'm tryna do a muthf-ckin cartwheel up a

Da 5'9"]
How many bars, how many
A-c-i-d, y-e-s, 'cause I'm sniffin

F-u-c-ked up, and it's

Da 5'9"]
Smoking in my chest

I'm

Da 5'9"]
I'm a

Put CD in and you'll see
The sequel to Movie, bad is to evil, the roofie to Roethlisberger

Da 5'9"]
You are gonna wind up six feet
Under that creek so I hope that you want preservers

You could put a turd on the
on the tablecloth to serve us
You don't shit to the table
I mean your grill like a Seville when a gets murdered
You pushing the envelope, and I'm that whole post office further
off the surface, to the serpents in the darkest and the farthest corner

Da 5'9"]
How many bars, how bars
Maui, wowee, diesel, how many jars,
To all my people I'll be the Mars, mommy on
She can actually wrap my nutsack the back of her neck in a bathroom stall
And she can just puke from sipping this from my 24-inch catheter cord

I'm the type that'll take a bath a whore
Drown her, her head on the passenger door
When I'm stashin' 'er in the back, smackin' her forehead on the
And its blowin', a Benz jeep horn

My friends be knowin' that when I'm on a binge, I'm
Even when I'm ten deep in a room with the MG and and Lindsay Lohan and she on...