Luyện nghe bài hát Wicked Ways

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

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

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

The ain't on the level same as him
Just who rebels in straight masochism
And imagine him giving him an adjective an a**
So bad they should put his a** in
I bully I verbally abuse verbs like he did something to me personally
Used forgetfully so I cut and ditch it now I fully rap

Cadillac from a K Car, my a** from a hole in the ground, still can't tell em
Came straight out the trailer park screaming I'm
To shop at K-mart and it art
And I'm still fed up and as pissed off as are
To this day I get in fights with the same broad
At the same Walmart arguing over the cart
In the middle of the aisle whilin I don't give a I don't play!
You you saw this basket first?
Yeah backwards like motherf***ing Bob and Jay
Illest you could think I would say
Mind's like a of clay
the last time you saw a villain with a cape?
With a hole 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 the entire state
And straight to hell got an impaled by the
So stuck his face in an ashtray
But I sacheted around flames with a match and I him the gas face
And this got nothing to do with a scalar
Being gay faggot but by the way
it's getting darker by the day
I'm a of Skylar Grey, Tyler the Creator, and Violent Jay

It's a miracle to be this lyrical
Paint my face with clown make up and a face, I'm insane
Every rhyme I say, a**aults you an ultra violet ray
I'm hatred buffet style all the s*** you can eat
$11.99 so on and pile a plate
I'm throwin' down the to see what hell I can raise
With the rhyme I'm spittin' I'm s***tin' on the competition
In the meantime it's always mean

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

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've been a career
I see why these people always got my back
I said so much f***ed up s***, I was born a mistake
But I was put here not by
I had a purpose and that was to beat a beat purplish
Slaughter tracks, I done put my two and a nickel in this s***
And I'm coming to get that quarter
Like Ndamukong the can build
mama can ask me for my autograph
That cougars a MILF, she's the oldest 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 that took me to the hospital
When I overdosed would have caught a

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

baby 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 wonder you stand me, I need my cane
Someone help me I think my face is
If you felt these migrains, see maggots eat my brain
G-I-A-empty hole in my empty head
If you my mind you can see my pain
And you could see why I'd be way
Ever since I was knee high playin' with G.I.
Or shut the P-I-E hoes that peep my

'Cause I'm about, like a echo
on a cycle
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 and ride it, like a motorbike
I'm gonna blow the the whole night so strike up the f***in' maestro, I'm like 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 by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm names
I to dig my way to hell
I want to dig my way to

I'm getting by with my 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 eighteen guys naked and let myself show, let show
But f*** it, suck the tucket
Life's too short to not your bone
So everybody,
jerk, touch my body

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