Luyện nghe bài hát Things Get Worse

Theres no need to say shit you already
The question is how far will this go
How far will he it?
And when he stop?
man I done told you once homie to easy up
But you just wont listen will ya, nah I not
You cant can ya, man I cant stand ya
rotten, what 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 me yo Shady just hand 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 mean to damage your ego
You wanna rassle I shove a f-cking jar of vaseline up inside your asshole
And rope it shut with a
Couple of 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 when you mix a cocunut with tabasco
let go, the hoe has been choked up enough
Let her ass go
Not till Jessica lets go of the tuna casserole
I used to love her hooters now Carmen Elektra
Strap an cord to her arm and electrocute her
Im off my f-cking meds but Im on an electric
I might just scoot by and shoot my mum in the neck with
in Jasons face while I vomit on Freddy Krugar
They cant even get Jeffrey Dahmer to pet the
Now Im get the rectal thermometer, get the lubra-
cation and get the some Darvocet to chew cuz

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

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

With the of a Sharman
I leave the than vomit
Like a woman with an uneasy stomach
I pass by people on the street they like sheep and zombies
Stiffer a therapeutic pair of jeans you run in
So can you me coming
Eminem beat is absolutely disgusting
Its go diseases 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 veins like a needle junkie
Shit I just do this for the haters, I dont the money
I diarrhea on track so it plunging
tell these girls please release my undies
Nobody understands my language
I find it complicated just to hold a
But still I got a lot of patience
back watching Earth from my Space station

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

Oh my I put Natasha Bendingfield in a washer
Watch it go rinse to spin cycle
Its like I got ya like I gotcha
I gotcha pychologically
Michael would an apology what
Tell that psycho to stick a Tyco truck and a tricycle up his butt
And the seat of bicycle to his nuts
Im as cold as a icicle on my nut
I aint nuttin nice, man I like to pull and I like to cut
The poster addict for tramatic stress
I guess this is the dramatic Ive been in a while
is the closest that its come to the Marshall Mathers
I can hear him to gather
I dont paint the portrait of the picture perfect family
This aint your orphan Annie, no this is more
Kick Dakota Fannings 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 around the room and her panties

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