Luyện nghe bài hát Wicked Ways

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

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

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

Cadillac from a K Car, my a** a hole in the ground, still can't tell em apart
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 off as they are
To this day I still get in fights with the same
At the same arguing over the same cart
In the middle of the aisle whilin I don't a f*** I don't play!
You think you saw this basket
Yeah like motherf***ing Bob and Silent Jay
Illest s*** you could I would say
Mind's like a pile of
When's the last time you saw a with a cape?
With a hole in it
Whip out, whip

Tied him my neck went down the fire escape of the Empire State
Straight fell straight down to the ground all over the entire state
And straight to hell got an impaled by the
So Satan his face in an ashtray
But I sacheted flames with a match and I gave him the gas face
And this ain't got nothing to do a scalar
Being gay faggot but by the way
Plus getting darker by the day
I'm a combination of Grey, Tyler 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 hatred buffet style all the s*** you can eat
$11.99 so come on and 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 mean time

I'm getting by with my 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 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've been a career
I don't see why people always got my back
I done said so much f***ed up s***, I was born a
But I was put not by accident
I had a purpose and that purpose was to beat a beat
tracks, I done put my two dimes and a nickel in this s***
And I'm to get that quarter back
Like Ndamukong the can build
Your mama can ask me for my
cougars a MILF, she's the oldest trick in the book
But I sure would for that
You done brought a bat to a rocket launcher
I get on the mic I'm a snap
Make you wish the ambulance that 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 running with the game
Its 'cause I am don't speculate
All I got is dick for days and for decades
But I get by my wicked ways, you can suck a dick till your neck aches
Cry till you get puffy eyes red
But I'm on this jet plane
You fly, you're an airhead
I'm sick of pounding a square peg in a round hole, sorry catchphrase
But your baggage gonna fit in my storage over headspace
'Cause you just big enough to fit your damaged goods
Other don't try to put the heart in a headcase

'Cause 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 stand me, I need my
Someone me I think my face is melting
If you felt these migrains, see these eat my brain
This G-I-A-empty hole in my head
If you my mind you can see my pain
And you see why I'd be this way
since I was knee high playin' with G.I. Joes
Or shut the P-I-E that peep my game

I'm about, like a f***in' echo
Psycho on a
If I Iko
I'm out of control no
Other mike-o, stab you to the
Nothing but a inside your skull where you eye close
I'm gonna sock it to you, dyko, you don't like it
Get on your Davidson menstrual cycle and ride it, like a motorbike
I'm gonna blow the mike the night so strike 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 hockey I go

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

Oh please be empty, be empty, please be empty
you, God
S***.
It's a
I'm gonna rock 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, from the tucket
too short to not stroke your bone
So everybody,
Circle jerk, my body

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