Luyện nghe bài hát I'm On Everything

All little young kids aint got no direction
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 don't me
I'm on
Bout to sip the liquor like it's
how high I am

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

when I kick it, gout
Me up, ha, alf
rules everything, acid tab, hash, 'rooms
I done woke up with a f-cking in my bathroom
I am high, high, high, high
Menace to society I feel sorry for mother
Me and on 'shrooms
us the Mario brothers
Back down, we back down
laid out
Can't put my back

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

Painkillers, I 'em 'caine pillars
'Cause they'll hold me up I take 'em
I need a cane and
I'm on

Sick when I it, barf
Me sobering up,
I crush ya brain like a pill crusher, crush a pill yeah
F-ck, I think I just crushed my Tylenol 3 up

Grab the key up off the counter till the camp all the crib
Man, whoda knew 3 in the morning I'd still be up
Could barely see up over the steering wheel, the whip, tore a tree up
On my way to the dealer's, tryna
me Brett Favre, spell it F-A-V-R, E, yep
It's wrong, other words I just my RV up
Bitch, on again yeah, break that Klonopin in half
While I smoke some chronic in the cab with McNabb
And I dye my hair blonde again and laugh
I'm the real macaroni you cheesy bitch, I'm demonic with the
There's a devil in my noodle, you 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 with an epidural, c heck ya
after we prop you up, we propping her up
So, baby, come put ya feet up in these
boyfriend better find another f-cking whore to smash the stir up
We rap we're 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, tablecloth in my pants
Then I'm hearing dishes drop, 'cause I walked away from my dinner schmucks

Then I aimed to the front of the K-Mart center
a coupon book and a hundred and ten bucks
And a bunch of change and wife with a mustard stain
I'll crush brain like I'm crushing pills
What the the muthf-cking deal?
shit's making me feel like I'm tryna do a muthf-ckin cartwheel up a hill

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

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

Da 5'9"]
Smoking Henny in my

I'm

Da 5'9"]
I'm a

Put this CD in and see
The to Scary Movie, bad is to evil, the roofie to Roethlisberger

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

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

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

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

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