Luyện nghe bài hát Wicked Ways

I'm by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking
I to dig my way to hell
I to dig my way to hell

I'm getting by with my wicked
I'm up and I'm taking names
I to dig my way to hell
I to dig my way to hell

Guess I got a way with I could get away with murder
Ever of Aspergers? It's a rare condition
It's what suffering from when you simply don't care if its an
Eighty day and there's no fricken air conditioning
And you can't see, the hair is frizzin'
'Cause you got the windows up blaring the system in your Prism

The devil on the level same as him
someone who rebels in straight masochism
And imagine him him an adjective an a** whooping
So bad they should put his a** in
I word bully I abuse verbs like he did something to me personally
Used forgetfully so I cut class and ditch it now I rap

Cadillac a K Car, my a** from a hole in the ground, still can't tell em apart
straight out the trailer park screaming I'm proud
To at K-mart and it became art
And I'm still fed up and as off as they are
To this day I still get in with the same broad
At the same Walmart over the same cart
In the middle of the whilin I don't give a f*** I don't play!
You you saw this basket first?
Yeah backwards like motherf***ing Bob and Jay
Illest s*** you think I would say
Mind's like a pile of
When's the time you saw a villain with a cape?
With a gaping in it
out, whip down

Tied him around my neck down the fire escape of the Empire State
Straight fell straight down to the ground splattered all over the entire
And straight to got an impaled by the gates
So Satan his face in an ashtray
But I sacheted around flames with a and I gave him the gas face
And this got nothing to do with a scalar
Being gay little but by the way
Plus getting darker by the day
I'm a combination of Grey, Tyler the Creator, and Violent Jay

It's a f***ing to be this lyrical
Paint my face with clown make up and a smiley face, I'm
rhyme I say, a**aults you like an ultra violet ray
I'm sellin' hatred buffet style all the you can eat
$11.99 so come on and pile a
I'm throwin' down the to see what hell I can raise
the rhyme I'm spittin' while I'm s***tin' on the competition
In the meantime it's mean time

I'm by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm names
I want to dig my way to
I to dig my way to hell

I'm getting by my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm names
I to dig my way to hell
I to dig my way to hell

I've a career a**hole
I see why these people always got my back
I done so much f***ed up s***, I was born a mistake
But I was put not by accident
I had a purpose and that purpose was to beat a purplish
Slaughter tracks, I put my two dimes and a nickel in this s***
And I'm coming to get quarter back
Ndamukong the drama can build
Your can ask me for my autograph
That cougars a MILF, she's the oldest in the book
But I sure would fall for
You done brought a bat to a rocket launcher
When I get on the mic I'm a
Make you wish the ambulance that me to the hospital
When I overdosed have caught a flat

If it makes you to your stomach pass it
Indigestion my suggestions's
If it feels like I'm running with the game
Its 'cause I am don't spectate
All I got is dick for days and for decades
But I get by my wicked ways, lady you can suck a dick your neck aches
Cry till you get puffy eyes red
But I'm leaving on this jet
You ain't fly, you're an
I'm sick of pounding a square peg in a round hole, sorry another
But your baggage gonna fit in my storage over headspace
'Cause you just big enough to fit your damaged goods
words don't try to put the heart in a headcase

'Cause baby mentally I ain't I need my meds, I peed my bed
I'm going blind, I don't see my legs, I keep on falling
No you can't stand me, I need my cane
Someone help me I my face is melting
If you these migrains, see these maggots eat my brain
This G-I-A-empty hole in my empty
If you read my you can see my pain
And you see why I'd be this way
Ever since I was knee high playin' with G.I.
Or shut the P-I-E hoes that my game

'Cause I'm about, a f***in' echo
Psycho on a
If I Iko
I'm out of control no
mike-o, stab you to the nightpost
Nothing but a hole inside your where you eye close
I'm gonna sock it to you, dyko, you don't like it
Get on your Harley Davidson menstrual cycle and it, like a motorbike
I'm gonna blow the mike the whole night so strike up the f***in' maestro, I'm nitro
And heigh-ho, hand me my shovel I'm libel to dig my deeper
It's off to H-E double sticks I go

I'm getting by my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking
I to dig my way to hell
I want to dig my way to

I'm getting by with my ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking
I to dig my way to hell
I want to dig my way to

Oh please be empty, please be empty, please be
you, God
S***.
It's a
I'm gonna rock this and put a c*** in mouth and get my balls blew out
And gay the A.M
And lay with eighteen guys naked and let myself show, let myself
But f*** it, suck the tucket
Life's too short to not stroke bone
So everybody,
jerk, touch my body

Who is Where are you going? Mm come back
Why does everyone leave me?
F*** you then
Blow it out a**