Luyện nghe bài hát Things Get Worse

Theres no need to say you already know
The question is how far will this go
How far will he it?
And when he stop?
Shady man I done told you homie to easy up
But you just listen will ya, nah I guess not
You just 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 they get better

Holy toledo its Angelina amigo
She told me yo Shady just hand penis to me Ill deep throat
And Brad if you try to stand us then were gonna see bro
Who was a fantasy I dont mean to your ego
You faggots wanna rassle I shove a f-cking jar of 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 then go
This is what happens you mix a cocunut with tabasco
Shady let go, the hoe has been choked up
Let her ass go
Not Jessica Simpson lets go of the tuna casserole
I used to love her hooters now Carmen cuter
Strap an extension to her arm and electrocute her
Im off my f-cking but Im on an electric scooter
I might just scoot by and shoot my mum in the neck rugers
Spit in face while I vomit on Freddy Krugar
cant 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 will he

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

With the of a Sharman
I leave the beat vomit
a bullemic woman with an uneasy stomach
I pass by people on the street they seem like sheep and
Stiffer than a therapeutic pair of you run in
So can you me coming
Eminem this beat is disgusting
Its go diseases on it
Im being honest, I can see the comments
I can see the as we creep up on it
I put that music in your veins like a 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 really understands my
I find it just to hold a conversation
But I got a whole lot of patience
Sittin back watching Earth my Space station

Theres no need to say you already know
The is just how far will this go
How far he take it?
And will he stop?
man I done told you once 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, what you for us?
Man are you gonna let up
I guess things are gonna get much 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 like I
I pychologically f-cked
Michael would like an what
Tell that psycho to stick a Tyco 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 addict for post tramatic stress
I guess this is the most dramatic Ive been in a
This is the that its come to the Marshall Mathers
I can hear him to gather
I dont paint the portrait of the picture perfect family
This your orphan Annie, no this is more 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 her while he danced around the room and wore her panties

Theres no need to say you already know
The question is just how far 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 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 worse they get better