Luyện nghe bài hát Wicked Ways

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

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

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

The devil ain't on the level as him
Just who rebels in straight masochism
And imagine him him an adjective an a** whooping
So bad should put his a** in prison
I word bully I verbally 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 out the trailer park screaming I'm proud
To shop at and it became art
And I'm still fed up and as off as they are
To this day I still get in with the same broad
At the same Walmart over the same cart
In the middle of the aisle I don't give a f*** I don't play!
You think you saw this basket
Yeah backwards like Bob and Silent Jay
s*** you could think I would say
Mind's a pile of clay
When's the last you saw a villain with a cape?
With a gaping 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 over the entire
And straight to hell got an by the gates
So Satan his face in an ashtray
But I sacheted flames with a match and I gave him the gas face
And ain't got nothing to do with a scalar
Being gay little but by the way
Plus getting darker by the day
I'm a combination of Skylar Grey, the Creator, and Violent Jay

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

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

I've a career a**hole
I see why these people always got my back
I done said so much f***ed up s***, I was born a
But I was put not by accident
I had a and that purpose was to beat 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 Ndamukong the can build
Your can ask me for my autograph
That cougars a MILF, she's the oldest trick in the
But I sure fall for that
You brought a bat to a rocket launcher fight
When I get on the mic I'm a
Make you wish the ambulance took me to the hospital
When I overdosed would have caught a

If it you sick to your stomach pass it
Indigestion my Kaopectate
If it feels like I'm running with the game
Its 'cause I am don't speculate
All I got is for days and insults for decades
But I get by my wicked ways, lady you can suck a dick till neck aches
Cry till you get puffy eyes red
But I'm on this jet plane
You fly, you're an airhead
I'm sick of pounding a peg in a round hole, sorry another catchphrase
But your baggage gonna 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 stable mentally I 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 can't stand me, I my cane
Someone help me I think my is melting
If you felt these migrains, see these maggots eat my
G-I-A-empty hole in my empty 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 control no
mike-o, stab you to the nightpost
Nothing but a inside your skull where you eye close
'Cause I'm gonna it to you, dyko, you don't like it
Get on your Harley Davidson menstrual cycle and ride it, 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
It's off to H-E hockey 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 loading up and I'm taking
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 this blouse and put a c*** in mouth and get my balls blew out
And gay the A.M
And lay with eighteen guys naked and let myself show, let show
But f*** it, from the tucket
too short to not stroke your bone
So everybody,
jerk, touch my body

Who is Where are you going? Mm come back
Why everyone always leave me?
F*** you then
Blow it out a**