Luyện nghe bài hát Wicked Ways

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

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

Guess I got a way words I could get away with 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 air conditioning
And you can't see, the hair is frizzin'
you got the windows up blaring the system in your Chevrolet Prism

The ain't on the level same as him
someone who rebels in straight masochism
And imagine him giving him an adjective an a**
So bad they put his a** in prison
I word bully I verbally abuse verbs like he did to me personally
Used forgetfully so I cut class and ditch it now I 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 I'm proud
To shop at and it became art
And I'm still fed up and as off as they 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 aisle whilin I don't give a f*** I play!
You you saw this basket first?
Yeah backwards like Bob and Silent Jay
Illest s*** you could think I say
Mind's a pile 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 down to the ground splattered all over the entire state
And straight to got an impaled by the gates
So Satan stuck his in an ashtray
But I sacheted around flames with a match and I 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 Skylar Grey, Tyler the Creator, and Jay

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

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

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 been a career
I don't see why these always got my back
I done 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
Slaughter tracks, I put my two dimes and a nickel in this s***
And I'm to get that quarter back
Like Ndamukong the can build
Your mama can ask me for my
That a MILF, she's the oldest trick in the book
But I sure would for that
You done a bat to a rocket launcher fight
I get on the mic I'm a snap
Make you the ambulance that took me to the hospital
When I would have caught 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 speculate 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 eyes red face
But I'm on this jet plane
You ain't fly, an airhead
I'm sick of pounding a square peg in a hole, sorry another catchphrase
But your baggage ain't gonna fit in my storage over
'Cause you just ain't big enough to fit damaged goods
Other words don't try to put the in a headcase

'Cause baby stable 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 me, I need my cane
Someone help me I think my is melting
If you felt these migrains, see these eat my brain
This G-I-A-empty hole in my head
If you read my mind you can see my
And you could see why I'd be way
Ever since I was knee high playin' G.I. Joes
Or shut the hoes that peep my game

'Cause I'm about, like a f***in'
Psycho on a
If I Iko
I'm out of control no
mike-o, stab you to the nightpost
Nothing but a hole inside your skull where you eye
'Cause I'm gonna sock it to you, dyko, you don't it
Get on your Harley Davidson menstrual cycle and 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 I'm libel to dig my hole deeper
It's off to H-E double hockey I go

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

I'm getting by with my ways
I'm loading up and I'm names
I to dig my way to hell
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 c*** in mouth and get my blew out
And gay the A.M
And lay with eighteen guys naked and let show, let myself show
But f*** it, suck the tucket
Life's too short to not stroke your
So everybody,
Circle jerk, my body

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