Luyện nghe bài hát Wicked Ways

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'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

Guess I got a way with words I could get with murder
Ever heard of It's a rare condition
It's what 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 system in your 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 should put his a** in
I word bully I verbally abuse 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, can't tell em apart
Came straight out the trailer 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 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 give a f*** I play!
You think you saw this basket
Yeah backwards like motherf***ing Bob and Jay
Illest s*** you could I would say
like a pile of clay
When's the time you saw a villain with a cape?
With a gaping in it
Whip out, down

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

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

I'm getting by 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

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

been a career a**hole
I see why these people always got my back
I done said so 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 and a nickel in this s***
And I'm to get that quarter back
Like Ndamukong the drama can
Your mama can ask me for my
That a MILF, she's the oldest trick in the book
But I sure fall for that
You brought a bat to a rocket launcher fight
I get on the mic I'm a snap
Make you wish the ambulance took me to the hospital
When I overdosed would have a flat

If it makes you to your stomach pass it
Indigestion my suggestions's
If it feels like I'm running away with the
Its I am don't speculate spectate
All I got is for days and insults for decades
But I get by my wicked ways, lady you can suck a dick till your aches
Cry till you get puffy eyes red
But I'm leaving on this jet
You ain't fly, you're an
I'm sick of pounding a square peg in a round hole, another catchphrase
But baggage ain't gonna fit in my storage over headspace
'Cause you just big enough to fit your damaged goods
Other words 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 on falling down
No wonder you can't stand me, I need my
Someone help me I think my face is
If you felt migrains, see these maggots eat my brain
This G-I-A-empty in my empty head
If you my mind you can see my pain
And you could see why I'd be way
Ever since I was knee playin' with G.I. Joes
Or shut the P-I-E hoes that my game

I'm about, like a f***in' echo
Psycho on a
If I Iko
I'm out of control no
mike-o, stab you to the nightpost
Nothing but a hole 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 cycle and it, like a motorbike
I'm blow the mike the whole night 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
off to H-E double hockey sticks I go

I'm getting by with my wicked
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 want to dig my way to
I want to dig my way to

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

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