Luyện nghe bài hát Things Get Worse

Theres no need to say shit you already
The question is just how far this go
How far will he it?
And will he stop?
Shady man I told 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, you plottin for us?
Man are you gonna let up
I guess things are gonna get much worse fore they get

toledo its Angelina Jolie amigo
She told me yo Shady just your penis to me Ill deep throat
And Brad if you try to stand between us were gonna see bro
Who was a I dont mean to damage 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 crushed lexapro broken up wit the capsule or
Just incase I aint enough wit the raps though
Coke is cut with
Smoke it up then go
This is what happens when you mix a with tabasco
Shady let go, the hoe has been up enough
Let her ass go
Not Jessica 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 electric
I might just scoot by and shoot my mum in the neck rugers
Spit in Jasons face while I on Freddy Krugar
They cant even get Jeffrey Dahmer to pet the
Now Im gone get the thermometer, get the lubra-
cation and get the patient some to chew cuz

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

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

the soul of a Sharman
I leave the beat than
Like a bullemic woman with an stomach
I pass by on the street they seem like sheep and zombies
Stiffer than a pair of jeans you run in
So can you hear me
Eminem beat is absolutely 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 like a needle junkie
I just do this for the haters, I dont need the money
I diarrhea on track so it plunging
Somebody tell these girls please release my
really understands my language
I find it just to hold a conversation
But I got a whole lot of patience
Sittin back Earth from my Space station

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

Oh my gosh I put Natasha Bendingfield in a
Watch it go from rinse to spin
Its like I got ya hypnotising I gotcha
I gotcha pychologically
Michael would like an what
Tell that psycho to stick a Tyco and a white tricycle up his butt
And glue the of bicycle to his nuts
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 for post tramatic stress
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 perfect Partridge family
This your orphan Annie, no this is more uncanny
Kick down Dakota Fannings door while the whore is tanning
(He say whore)
Of course he can, man he just saw her fanny murdered her while he danced around the room and wore her panties

Theres no to say shit you already 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 homie to 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 fore get better