Luyện nghe bài hát Things Get Worse

Theres no need to say shit you know
The question is just how far will go
How far he take 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 just cant can ya, man I stand ya
Youre rotten, you plottin for us?
Man when are you let up
I guess things are gonna get much worse fore get better

Holy toledo its Angelina Jolie
She told me yo Shady 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 dont mean to your ego
You faggots wanna rassle I shove a f-cking jar of vaseline up inside your
And rope it shut a lasso
Couple of crushed lexapro up wit the capsule or paxil
Just incase I aint enough wit the raps though
is cut with tobacco
Smoke it up then go
This is what when you mix a cocunut with tabasco
Shady let go, the hoe has been up enough
Let her ass go
Not till Jessica 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 meds but Im on an electric scooter
I might scoot by and shoot my mum in the neck with rugers
Spit in Jasons face while I on Freddy Krugar
They even get Jeffrey Dahmer to pet the cougar
Now Im get the rectal thermometer, get the lubra-
cation and get the patient some to chew cuz

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

B.o.B I done told you homie to easy up, geez
Theres no need to say shit you already
The is just how far will this go
I will never lay down?
And I will let up?
(I guess things are 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 by people on the street they seem like sheep and zombies
Stiffer than a therapeutic pair of you run in
So can you hear me
Eminem this is absolutely disgusting
Its go diseases on it
Im just being honest, I can see the
I can see the as we creep up on it
I put that music in veins like a needle junkie
Shit I just do this for the haters, I need the money
I on track so it needs plunging
Somebody tell girls please release my undies
Nobody understands my language
I it complicated just to hold a conversation
But still I got a whole lot of
Sittin back watching from my Space station

Theres no need to say shit you already
The question is how far will this go
How far he take 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 just cant can ya, man I cant ya
rotten, what you plottin for us?
Man when are you let up
I guess things are gonna get much worse fore they get

Oh my gosh I put Natasha in a washer
Watch it go from rinse to cycle
Its I got ya hypnotising like I gotcha
I pychologically f-cked
Michael would an apology what
that psycho to stick a Tyco truck and a white tricycle up his butt
And glue the seat of to his nuts
Im as cold as a muthaf-cking on my nut
I aint nuttin nice, man I to pull knives and I like to cut
The poster addict for post 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 start to
I paint the portrait of the picture perfect Partridge family
This aint orphan Annie, no this is more uncanny
Kick down Dakota Fannings front while the whore is tanning
(He say whore)
Of course he can, man he saw her fanny then murdered her while he danced around the room and wore her panties

Theres no need to say shit you already
The question is how far will this go
How far he take it?
And when he stop?
man I done told you once 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