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 to dig my way to hell

I'm getting by 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

Guess I got a way with words I could get with murder
Ever of Aspergers? It's a rare condition
It's what you're suffering from when you simply don't if its an
Eighty degree day and there's no fricken air
And you can't see, the b****'s hair is
'Cause you got the 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 should put his a** in
I word bully I verbally abuse verbs like he did something to me
Used so I cut class 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 park 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 this day I still get in with the same broad
At the same Walmart arguing over the cart
In the middle of the aisle whilin I don't give a I don't play!
You think you saw this first?
Yeah like motherf***ing Bob and Silent Jay
s*** you could think I would say
Mind's a pile of clay
When's the last time you saw a villain a cape?
With a hole in it
Whip out, down

Tied him around my neck went down the fire of the Empire State
Straight fell straight down to the ground splattered all the entire state
And to hell got an impaled by the gates
So Satan his face in an ashtray
But I around flames with a match and I gave him the gas face
And this got nothing to do with a scalar
gay little faggot but by the way
Plus 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 this
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 hatred buffet style all the s*** you can eat
$11.99 so on and pile a plate
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 always mean time

I'm getting by with my 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 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 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 not by accident
I had a and that purpose was to beat a beat purplish
Slaughter tracks, I done put my two dimes and a nickel in s***
And I'm coming to get quarter back
Like Ndamukong the drama can
mama can ask me for my autograph
That a MILF, she's the oldest trick in the book
But I sure would for that
You done brought a bat to a launcher fight
I get on the mic I'm a snap
Make you wish the ambulance that me to the hospital
When I overdosed would have 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 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 your neck aches
Cry till you get eyes red face
But I'm on this jet plane
You ain't fly, you're an
I'm sick of pounding a square peg in a hole, sorry another catchphrase
But your baggage ain't gonna fit in my storage headspace
'Cause you ain't big enough to fit your damaged goods
Other words don't try to put the heart in a

'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 keep on falling
No wonder you stand me, I need my cane
Someone help me I think my is melting
If you these migrains, see these maggots eat my brain
This G-I-A-empty hole in my head
If you read my mind you can see my
And you see why I'd be this way
Ever since I was knee high with G.I. Joes
Or shut the P-I-E hoes that peep my

'Cause I'm about, like a echo
on a cycle
If I Iko
I'm out of control no
Other mike-o, 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 Harley Davidson menstrual cycle 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, me my shovel I'm libel to dig my hole deeper
off to H-E double hockey sticks 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 my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm names
I want to dig my way to
I to dig my way to hell

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 guys naked and let myself show, let myself show
But it, suck from the tucket
too short to not stroke your bone
So everybody,
Circle jerk, my body

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