Luyện nghe bài hát Wicked Ways

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

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

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

Cadillac 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 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 Walmart arguing over the same cart
In the middle of the whilin I don't give a f*** I don't play!
You you saw this basket first?
Yeah backwards motherf***ing Bob and Silent Jay
Illest you could think I would say
Mind's like a of clay
When's the last time you saw a villain with a
a gaping hole in it
Whip out, whip

Tied him around my neck went down the fire of the Empire State
Straight fell straight down to the ground splattered all over the state
And straight to got an impaled by the gates
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
gay little faggot but by the way
Plus it's getting 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 with clown up and a smiley face, I'm insane
Every rhyme I say, a**aults you like an ultra ray
I'm hatred buffet style all the s*** you can eat
$11.99 so come on and a plate
I'm throwin' the gauntlet to see what hell I can raise
With the rhyme I'm spittin' while I'm s***tin' on the
In the meantime it's always mean

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 want to dig my way to

been a career a**hole
I don't see why these always got my back
I done said so much f***ed up s***, I was born a
But I was put here not by
I had a purpose and that purpose was to beat a purplish
Slaughter tracks, I done put my two and a nickel in this s***
And I'm coming to get that 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 fight
I get on the mic I'm a snap
Make you wish the ambulance took me to the hospital
When I overdosed have caught a flat

If it makes you sick to your pass it
Indigestion my Kaopectate
If it like I'm running away with the game
Its I am don't 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 your neck aches
Cry till you get eyes red face
But I'm leaving on jet plane
You ain't fly, an airhead
I'm sick of pounding a peg in a round hole, sorry another catchphrase
But your baggage ain't gonna fit in my over headspace
'Cause you just ain't big to fit your damaged goods
Other words don't try to put the heart in a

'Cause baby stable mentally I ain't I need my meds, I 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 help me I my face is melting
If you these migrains, see these maggots eat my brain
G-I-A-empty hole 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 playin' with G.I. Joes
Or the P-I-E hoes that peep my game

'Cause I'm about, a f***in' echo
Psycho on a
If I Iko
I'm out of like no
Other mike-o, stab you to the
Nothing but a hole inside your skull where you eye
'Cause I'm gonna it to you, dyko, you don't like it
Get on your Harley Davidson menstrual and ride it, like a motorbike
I'm gonna blow the 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 hole
off to H-E double hockey sticks I go

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 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 blouse and put a c*** in mouth and get my balls out
And gay the A.M
And lay with eighteen guys 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? Where are you Mm come back
Why everyone always leave me?
Hello? F*** you
it out your a**