Luyện nghe bài hát Wicked Ways

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'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

Guess I got a way with words I could get away murder
Ever heard of Aspergers? It's a rare
It's what you're suffering from when you 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 up blaring the system in your 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 should put his a** in prison
I word 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, can't tell em apart
Came straight out the trailer park screaming I'm
To at K-mart and it became art
And I'm still fed up and as pissed off as 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 don't a f*** I don't play!
You think you saw basket first?
Yeah like motherf***ing Bob and Silent Jay
Illest you could think I would say
Mind's like a pile of
When's the last time you saw a villain a cape?
With a gaping in it
Whip out, down

him around my neck went down the fire escape of the Empire State
Straight fell straight down to the ground splattered all over the state
And straight to hell got an impaled by the
So Satan stuck his face in an
But I sacheted around with a match and I gave him the gas face
And ain't got nothing to do with a scalar
Being gay 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, a**aults you like an ultra ray
I'm sellin' hatred buffet style all the you can eat
$11.99 so on and pile a plate
I'm throwin' down the gauntlet to see what hell I can
With the rhyme I'm spittin' while I'm s***tin' on the
In the meantime it's always time

I'm getting by 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

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

I've been a career
I don't see why these people 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 purpose was to a beat purplish
tracks, I done put my two dimes and a nickel in this s***
And I'm to get that quarter back
Like the drama can build
Your mama can ask me for my
cougars a MILF, she's the oldest trick in the book
But I sure would fall for
You brought a bat to a rocket launcher fight
When I get on the mic I'm a
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 Kaopectate
If it feels like I'm running away the game
Its 'cause I am don't spectate
All I got is for days and insults for decades
But I get by my wicked ways, lady you can a dick till your neck aches
Cry till you get eyes red face
But I'm leaving on this jet
You ain't fly, an airhead
I'm sick of pounding a square peg in a round hole, sorry catchphrase
But your baggage ain't gonna fit in my storage over
you just ain't big enough to fit your damaged goods
Other words try to put the heart in a headcase

'Cause baby stable mentally I 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 my cane
Someone me I think my face is melting
If you felt migrains, see these maggots 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
Ever I was knee high playin' with G.I. Joes
Or shut the P-I-E hoes that my game

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

I'm by with my wicked 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 by with my wicked 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, be empty
you, God
S***.
It's a
I'm gonna rock this blouse and put a c*** in mouth and get my balls 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? are you going? Mm come back
Why everyone always leave me?
Hello? you then
it out your a**