Luyện nghe bài hát Wicked Ways

I'm getting by with my ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking
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

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 fricken air
And you see, the b****'s hair is frizzin'
'Cause you got the windows up blaring the system in your Chevrolet

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

from a K Car, my a** from 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 fed up and as pissed off as they are
To this day I still get in fights the same broad
At the same Walmart arguing the same cart
In the middle of the aisle whilin I give a f*** I don't play!
You think you saw this first?
Yeah backwards like motherf***ing Bob and Jay
Illest s*** you could I would say
Mind's like a pile of
When's the last time you saw a villain a cape?
a gaping hole in it
Whip out, whip

Tied him my neck went down the fire escape of the Empire State
fell straight down to the ground splattered all over the entire state
And straight to hell got an impaled by the
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 faggot but by the way
Plus it's getting by the day
I'm a of Skylar Grey, Tyler the Creator, and Violent Jay

It's a f***ing to be this lyrical
my face with clown make up and a smiley face, I'm insane
Every rhyme I say, a**aults you an ultra violet ray
I'm sellin' 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
With the rhyme I'm spittin' I'm s***tin' on the competition
In the meantime it's mean time

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 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've been a career
I don't see why people always got my back
I done said so much 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
Slaughter tracks, I done put my two and a nickel in this s***
And I'm coming to get quarter back
Like Ndamukong the can build
Your can ask me for my autograph
That cougars a MILF, the oldest trick in the book
But I sure fall for that
You done brought a bat to a launcher fight
I get on the mic I'm a snap
Make you wish the that took me to the hospital
When I overdosed have caught a flat

If it makes you sick to your stomach it
Indigestion my suggestions's
If it feels like I'm running away with the
Its 'cause I am don't spectate
All I got is dick for and insults for decades
But I get by my wicked ways, you can suck a dick till your neck aches
Cry till you get puffy red face
But I'm leaving on jet plane
You ain't fly, an airhead
I'm sick of a square peg in a round hole, sorry another catchphrase
But your baggage ain't fit in my storage over headspace
you just 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 see my legs, I keep on falling down
No wonder you can't me, I need my cane
Someone help me I my face is melting
If you these migrains, see these maggots eat my brain
This G-I-A-empty in my empty head
If you read my mind you can see my
And you see why I'd be this 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 f***in'
on a cycle
If I Iko
I'm out of control no
Other mike-o, you to the nightpost
Nothing but a hole inside your where you eye close
'Cause I'm gonna sock it to you, dyko, you don't it
Get on your Harley menstrual cycle and ride 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 libel to dig my deeper
It's off to H-E hockey sticks I go

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

I'm getting by with my wicked
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, please be empty, please be
you, God
S***.
It's a
I'm gonna rock this blouse and put a 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 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 always leave me?
Hello? F*** you
it out your a**