Luyện nghe bài hát Wicked Ways

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

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

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

The ain't on the level same as him
Just someone who rebels in masochism
And imagine him giving him an adjective an a**
So bad they should put his a** in
I word bully I verbally abuse verbs 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 tell em apart
Came straight out the park screaming I'm proud
To shop at K-mart and it art
And I'm still fed up and as pissed off as 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 aisle I don't give a f*** I don't play!
You think you saw this basket
backwards like motherf***ing Bob and Silent Jay
Illest s*** you could I would say
like a pile of clay
When's the last time you saw a with a cape?
With a hole in it
Whip out, whip

Tied him around my neck went down the escape of the Empire State
Straight fell down to the ground splattered all over the entire state
And straight to hell got an by the gates
So Satan stuck his in an ashtray
But I around flames with a match and I gave him the gas face
And this ain't got nothing to do a scalar
gay little faggot but by the way
Plus it's darker by the day
I'm a combination of Skylar Grey, the Creator, and Violent Jay

It's a f***ing to be this lyrical
Paint my face clown make up and a smiley face, I'm insane
Every rhyme I say, you like 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 gauntlet to see what hell I can
the rhyme I'm spittin' while 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 to dig my way to hell

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

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

If it makes you sick to your pass it
Indigestion my Kaopectate
If it feels like I'm away 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 till your neck
Cry till you get puffy red face
But I'm on this jet plane
You ain't fly, an airhead
I'm sick of pounding a peg in a round hole, sorry another catchphrase
But baggage ain't gonna fit in my storage over headspace
'Cause you just ain't big enough to fit your 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 don't see my legs, I keep on down
No wonder you can't me, I need my cane
Someone help me I think my face is
If you these migrains, see these maggots eat my brain
This hole in my empty head
If you read my mind you can see my
And you could see why I'd be way
Ever since I was knee playin' with G.I. Joes
Or shut the hoes that peep my game

'Cause I'm about, like a f***in'
Psycho on a
If I Iko
I'm out of like no
Other mike-o, stab you to the
but a hole inside your skull where you eye close
'Cause I'm 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 mike the whole so strike up the f***in' maestro, I'm like nitro
And heigh-ho, hand me my shovel I'm to dig my hole deeper
It's off to H-E hockey sticks I go

I'm getting by with my 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 by with 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

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

Who is that? Where are you Mm come back
Why does everyone always me?
Hello? F*** you
Blow it out a**