Luyện nghe bài hát Things Get Worse

Theres no need to say you already know
The question is just how far this go
How far will he it?
And when will he
Shady man I done told you homie to easy up
But you wont listen will ya, nah I guess not
You just cant can ya, man I stand ya
Youre rotten, you plottin for us?
Man are you gonna let up
I guess things are gonna get much fore they get better

Holy toledo its Angelina amigo
She told me yo Shady just your penis to me Ill deep throat
And Brad if you try to between us then were gonna see bro
Who was a fantasy I dont mean to damage ego
You faggots wanna rassle I shove a f-cking jar of vaseline up inside asshole
And rope it shut a lasso
of crushed lexapro broken up wit the capsule or paxil
Just incase I dope enough wit the raps though
is cut with tobacco
Smoke it up go wacko
This is what happens when you mix a cocunut with
Shady let go, the hoe has been choked up
Let her ass go
Not till Jessica Simpson lets go of the casserole
I used to love her hooters now Carmen cuter
Strap an extension to her arm and electrocute her
Im off my meds but Im on an electric scooter
I might just scoot by and shoot my mum in the neck with
Spit in Jasons face while I on Freddy Krugar
They even get Jeffrey Dahmer to pet the cougar
Now Im gone get the thermometer, get the lubra-
cation and get the some Darvocet to chew cuz

Theres no need to say shit you know
The question is how far will this go
How far he take it?
And when he stop?

B.o.B I done you once homie to easy up, geez
Theres no need to say shit you know
The is just how far will this go
Cause I will never lay
And I never let up?
(I guess things are gonna get much fore they get better)

the soul of a Sharman
I leave the beat than
a bullemic woman with an uneasy stomach
I pass by on the street they seem like sheep and zombies
Stiffer than a therapeutic pair of you run in
So can you me coming
Eminem this beat is absolutely
Its probably go on it
Im just honest, I can see the comments
I can see the evolution as we up on it
I put that music in your like a needle junkie
Shit I just do for the haters, I dont need the money
I diarrhea on track so it plunging
Somebody tell these please release my undies
really understands my language
I find it complicated just to hold a
But I got a whole lot of patience
back watching Earth from my Space station

Theres no need to say you already know
The question is just how far this go
How far will he it?
And will he stop?
Shady man I done told you homie to easy up
But you just wont listen ya, nah I guess not
You just cant can ya, man I cant ya
Youre rotten, you plottin for us?
Man are you gonna let up
I guess things are gonna get much worse fore they get

Oh my gosh I put Natasha Bendingfield in a
Watch it go from rinse to spin
Its like I got ya like I gotcha
I pychologically f-cked
Michael would an apology what
Tell psycho to stick a Tyco truck and a white tricycle up his butt
And glue the seat of bicycle to his
Im as cold as a icicle on my nut
I aint nuttin nice, man I to pull knives and I like to cut
The poster addict for post tramatic
I guess is the most dramatic Ive been in a while
This is the closest its come to the Marshall Mathers
I can hear him to gather
I dont paint the portrait of the picture Partridge family
This aint your orphan Annie, no is more uncanny
Kick down Dakota front door while the whore is tanning
(He say whore)
Of course he can, man he just saw her fanny then murdered her while he danced the room and wore her panties

Theres no need to say shit you know
The is just how far will this go
How far he take it?
And when he stop?
Shady man I done you once homie to easy up
But you wont listen will ya, nah I guess not
You cant can ya, man I cant stand ya
Youre rotten, what you for us?
Man are you gonna let up
I guess things are gonna get much worse fore they get