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 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

Guess I got a way with words I could get away with
Ever heard of Aspergers? It's a condition
It's what 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 hair is
'Cause you got the windows up blaring the system in Chevrolet Prism

The ain't on the level same as him
Just someone who rebels in masochism
And imagine him him an adjective an a** whooping
So bad they put his a** in prison
I word bully I 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
straight out the trailer 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 this day I still get in fights with the same
At the same Walmart arguing over the same
In the middle of the aisle whilin I give a f*** I don't play!
You think you saw basket first?
backwards like motherf***ing Bob and Silent Jay
Illest s*** you think I would say
Mind's a pile of clay
When's the last you saw a villain with a cape?
With a hole in it
Whip out, down

Tied him around my neck went down the escape of the Empire State
Straight fell straight down to the ground splattered all 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 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 clown make up and a face, I'm insane
Every rhyme I say, a**aults you like an 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 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 names
I to dig my way to hell
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 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 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 back
Like the drama can build
Your mama can ask me for my
That a MILF, she's the oldest trick in the book
But I sure would for that
You done a bat to a rocket launcher fight
When I get on the mic I'm a
you wish the ambulance that took me to the hospital
When I overdosed would have a flat

If it makes you sick to your stomach it
my suggestions's Kaopectate
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 dick till your aches
Cry till you get eyes red face
But I'm leaving on jet plane
You ain't fly, you're an
I'm of pounding a square peg in a round hole, sorry another catchphrase
But your baggage gonna fit in my storage over headspace
'Cause you just ain't big enough to fit damaged goods
Other words 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 keep on falling
No wonder you stand me, I need my cane
Someone help me I think my face is
If you felt these migrains, see these maggots eat my
This G-I-A-empty 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 high playin' G.I. Joes
Or shut the P-I-E hoes that my game

'Cause I'm about, like a echo
on a cycle
If I Iko
I'm out of like no
mike-o, stab 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, like a
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 hockey sticks I go

I'm by with 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 by with 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

Oh please be empty, please be empty, please be
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 guys naked and let myself show, let myself show
But it, suck from the tucket
Life's too short to not stroke your
So everybody,
Circle jerk, touch my

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