Luyện nghe bài hát Wicked Ways

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

I'm getting by 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 got a way with words I could get away with murder
Ever heard of Aspergers? It's a rare
It's you're 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 b****'s is frizzin'
'Cause you got the windows up blaring the system in Chevrolet Prism

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

Cadillac a K Car, my a** from a hole in the ground, still can't tell em apart
Came straight out the trailer 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 get in fights with the same broad
At the same Walmart arguing over the same
In the middle of the whilin I don't give a f*** I don't play!
You think you saw this first?
Yeah like motherf***ing Bob and Silent Jay
Illest s*** you think I would say
like a pile of clay
When's the last time you saw a villain a cape?
With a gaping in it
Whip out, whip

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

a f***ing miracle to be this lyrical
Paint my face clown make up and a smiley face, I'm insane
Every I say, a**aults you like an ultra violet ray
I'm sellin' hatred style all the s*** you can eat
$11.99 so on and pile a plate
I'm throwin' down the gauntlet to see hell I can raise
With the I'm spittin' while I'm s***tin' on the competition
In the it's always mean time

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

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

been 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 was to beat a beat purplish
Slaughter tracks, I done put my two dimes and a nickel in this
And I'm to get that quarter back
Like the drama can build
Your can ask me for my autograph
That cougars a MILF, she's the trick in the book
But I sure would for that
You brought a bat to a rocket launcher fight
I get on the mic I'm a snap
Make you wish the ambulance took me to the hospital
When I overdosed would have a flat

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

'Cause stable mentally I ain't I need my meds, I peed my bed
I'm going blind, I see my legs, I keep on falling down
No you can't stand me, I need my cane
Someone help me I think my face is
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 could see why I'd be way
Ever since I was knee high playin' G.I. Joes
Or the P-I-E hoes that peep my game

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

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

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

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

Who is Where are you going? Mm come back
Why does everyone always me?
Hello? you then
it out your a**