Luyện nghe bài hát Things Get Worse

Theres no need to say shit you know
The question is just how far this go
How far will he it?
And when will he
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
Youre rotten, what you for us?
Man are you gonna let up
I guess things are gonna get much worse fore get better

toledo its Angelina Jolie amigo
She told me yo Shady hand your penis to me Ill deep throat
And Brad if you try to stand between us then were see bro
Who was a fantasy I dont to damage your ego
You faggots wanna rassle I a f-cking jar of vaseline up inside your asshole
And rope it shut with a
Couple of crushed lexapro broken up wit the or paxil
Just incase I aint dope enough wit the though
is cut with tobacco
Smoke it up then go
This is what happens when you mix a cocunut 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 now Carmen Elektra cuter
Strap an cord 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 with
Spit in Jasons face I vomit on Freddy Krugar
They cant even get Jeffrey Dahmer to pet the
Now Im gone get the rectal thermometer, get the
cation and get the patient some to chew cuz

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

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

With the soul of a
I leave the than vomit
Like a woman with an uneasy stomach
I pass by people on the they seem like sheep and zombies
Stiffer than a therapeutic pair of you run in
So can you hear me
Eminem this beat is disgusting
Its probably go on it
Im just being honest, I can see the
I can see the evolution as we up on it
I put that music in your veins a needle junkie
Shit I just do this for the haters, I dont need the
I diarrhea on track so it needs
tell these girls please release my undies
Nobody understands my language
I find it complicated just to hold a
But still I got a whole lot of
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 when he stop?
Shady man I done told you once to easy up
But you just listen will ya, nah I guess not
You just cant can ya, man I stand ya
Youre rotten, what you for us?
Man are you gonna let up
I things are gonna get much worse fore they get better

Oh my gosh I put Natasha in a washer
Watch it go rinse to spin cycle
Its I got ya hypnotising like I gotcha
I gotcha pychologically
Michael would like an apology
that psycho to stick a Tyco truck and a white tricycle up his butt
And the seat of bicycle to his nuts
Im as as a muthaf-cking icicle on my nut
I aint nuttin nice, man I like to pull and I like to cut
The poster for post tramatic stress
I guess this is the most Ive been in a while
This is the closest that its to the Marshall Mathers
I can him start to gather
I dont paint the portrait of the picture perfect Partridge
This aint your Annie, no this is more uncanny
down 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 he danced around the room and wore her panties

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