Luyện nghe bài hát Things Get Worse

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

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

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

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

the soul of a Sharman
I the beat than vomit
Like a woman with an uneasy stomach
I pass by on the street they seem like sheep and zombies
than a therapeutic pair of jeans you run in
So can you me coming
Eminem this beat is absolutely
Its go diseases on it
Im just honest, I can see the comments
I can see the as we creep up on it
I put music in your veins like a needle junkie
Shit I just do for the haters, I dont need the money
I diarrhea on so it needs plunging
Somebody tell these girls please my undies
Nobody really my language
I find it just to hold a conversation
But still I got a whole lot of
Sittin back watching Earth from my station

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

Oh my I put Natasha Bendingfield in a washer
Watch it go rinse to spin cycle
Its like I got ya hypnotising I gotcha
I gotcha f-cked
Michael would like an what
Tell that psycho to stick a Tyco and a white tricycle up his butt
And the seat of bicycle to his nuts
Im as cold as a icicle on my nut
I aint nice, man I like to pull knives and I like to cut
The poster addict for tramatic stress
I guess this is the most Ive been in a while
This is the closest its come to the Marshall Mathers
I can hear him start to
I dont paint the portrait of the perfect Partridge family
This aint your orphan Annie, no this is uncanny
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 around the room and wore her panties

Theres no to say shit you already know
The question is just how far will go
How far will he it?
And when will he
Shady man I done told you homie to easy up
But you just 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 fore they get better