Luyện nghe bài hát Wicked Ways

I'm getting by 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 by with 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

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

The devil on the level same as him
Just who rebels in straight masochism
And him giving him an adjective an a** whooping
So bad they put his a** in prison
I word I verbally abuse verbs like he did something to me personally
forgetfully so I cut class 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 park screaming I'm proud
To shop at and it became art
And I'm fed up and as pissed off as they are
To day I still get in fights with the same broad
At the same Walmart arguing over the cart
In the middle of the aisle whilin I give a f*** I don't play!
You think you saw this basket
Yeah backwards like Bob and Silent Jay
Illest you could think I would say
Mind's like a of clay
When's the last you saw a villain with a cape?
With a gaping in it
Whip out, down

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

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

I'm by with 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 getting by with my wicked
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 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 and that purpose was to beat a beat purplish
Slaughter tracks, I done put my two dimes and a nickel in this
And I'm coming to get that quarter
Like Ndamukong the drama can
mama 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 a bat to a rocket launcher fight
I get on the mic I'm a snap
Make you the ambulance that took me to the hospital
When I overdosed would have a flat

If it makes you sick to stomach pass it
Indigestion my suggestions's
If it feels like I'm away with the game
Its 'cause I am don't spectate
All I got is dick for and insults for decades
But I get by my wicked ways, lady you can suck a dick till neck aches
Cry you get puffy eyes red face
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, sorry another
But your baggage gonna fit in my storage over headspace
'Cause you ain't big enough to fit your damaged goods
Other 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 on falling down
No wonder you can't stand me, I my cane
Someone me I think my face is melting
If you these migrains, see these maggots eat my brain
G-I-A-empty hole in my empty head
If you read my you can see my pain
And you could see why I'd be way
Ever since I was high playin' with G.I. Joes
Or shut the hoes that peep my game

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

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

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

Oh please be empty, please be empty, please be
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 myself
But f*** it, suck the tucket
Life's too to not stroke your bone
So everybody,
Circle jerk, my body

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