Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Guy

It's like I'm in the dirt, up old hurt
everything to get my mind off you, it won't work
All it takes is one song on the radio you're back on it
Reminding me all over how you fucking just brushed me off
And left me so burned, spent a lot of time to soul search
Maybe I needed to up a little first
Looks I hit a growth spurt
But I am coming for
Don't an explanation I'm owed for
The way you turned your back on me
Just when I may have needed you
Oh, you it was over
You can close the chapter
And go about your life, like it was
You ruined mine, but you to be doing fine
I'd never recovered but I betcha that whatcha
'Bout to go through's tougher than anything I ever have
Can't think of a better way to define justice
Can I hold grudges, mind is saying: "let it go, this"
Heart is saying: "I will once I bury this alive
Hide the shovel and then off in the sunset"

I flee the like it was my last ride
You see through
Oh, you had me pegged the time
You see the truth
But easier to justify
What's bad is
And I to be the bad guy
I hate to be the bad guy

And to think I used to think you was the shit,
To it was you at one time I worshiped, shit
you can hurt people and just keep getting away with it?
Not time, you better go and get sewing kit, bitch
Finish this stitch so you can what you sow, nitwit
Thought some time had past and I forget it, it!
You our family in shambles
You me to just get over him? Pretend he never existed
Maybe gone, but he's not
And don't think 'cause he's out the pictures so long
That I've the plottin' and still ain't coming to get ya
You're wrong and that shit was
And the way you played him, shit you did to me
Have you any idea that shit gone through?
Feelings I harbor, all this of resentment I hold on to
Not you called to ask me how I'm doing
Letters, you respond to 'em
it, I'm coming to see you
And gee who better to to than you?
The cause to my
My is garbage and I'm 'bout to take it out on you
Poof, I'm gone

I flee the scene like it was my ride
You see right
Oh, you had me the first time
You can't see the
But easier to justify
What's bad is
And I to be the bad guy
I hate to be the bad guy
to be the bad guy

I've been driving your side of the town
Like nine hours and forty five minutes now
Finally I found new address, park in your drive
Feel like I been waiting on this moment all of my
And it's now arrived, and my mouth is of saliva
My knife is out and I'm ducking on the side of house
See, it's sad it came to point
a disappointment I had to make this appointment to come and see ya
But ain't here for ya empathy, I don't need your
Or your friendship of sympathy, it's revenge I seek
So I sneak vengefully and treat your window
Like I reach my full potential, I
Continue to peep, still low
Keep the glass lightly then start to crescendo
Sneak all the way 'round to the porch
Man, door unlocked, shouldn't be that easy to do this
You don't plan for intruders hand?
Surprised to see me? Cat got tongue?
Gag, chloroform rag, gag almost of a lung
Like you picked up an axe up and then
Stick to the core plan, to the back of a trunk
By one of fans, irony spectacular, huh?
Now a faggot, you punk?
And here's your Bronco hat, you can have shit back as they suck

just me, you and the music now, Slim
I hope you hear it we are in a car now
Wait, here comes my lyric
I'm the bad guy who makes fun of people die
And hey, a sequel to my Mathers LP
to try to get people to buy
How's this for publicity This should be fun
Last album now 'cause this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by
Matthew Mitchell, bitch, I even your initials
I initially was gonna bury you next to my brother, but it
you love your city so much
I figured, what the fuck the best place you could be buried alive is here
Two more exits, is quite near
I hope we don't get stopped, no license I
That sirens I hear? Guess 90 on the freeway wasn't the brightest
As cops appear in my side mirror
(Help, god police, ah!!)
Hope foxtrot gets an aerial shot of your
New Stan
Slim, chauvinist pig drove in this big, town car
gotta go, almost at the bridge, haha big bro it's for you
Slim, this is for him and Frank Ocean, hope you can good!
Now say you homos again!

I also represent anyone seen on the end of these jokes of a beat
I'm the nightmare you fell in and woke up still in
I'm your karma closing in each stroke of a pen
time to have some remorse to show for your sin
No, hopeless, I'm the denial that you're hopelessly in
When they say all of is approaching its end
But you refuse to believe that it's over, we go all over again

Backs to the wall, I'm stacking up all odds, toilets clogged
Yeah I'm talking a lot of shit but I'm backing it all up
But in my head there's a voice in the back and it
After the is demolished
I am lack of a conscience
I'm the ringing in your
I'm the on the back of your tonsils
Eating your vocal chords after concerts
I'm your time that's almost up you haven't acknowledged
Grab for water but I'm that pill that's too jagged to swallow
I'm the bullies you that you became
every faggot you slaughtered
Coming back on you every you insult there
With the double-standards you have when it comes to daughters
I represent everything you take for
'Cause Marshall Mather's the rapper's have a facade and
Matthew and Stan's just of you not knowing what you had until it's gone
'Cause after all the glitz and the glam no more fans that are calling name
are off, sad but it happens to all of them,
I'm the hindsight to say, "I you so!"
Foreshadows of all the things are to follow
I'm the future here to show you what happens tomorrow
If you don't stop after call you
The biggest laughing stock of rap who call it quits
But it's time to walk
I'm ever guilt the baggage you had
But as you gather up all your
If there's anything you left to say
Unless it an impact don't bother
So you rest your case
Better make sure you're packing a

So one last time, I'm
Before it fades into black and all over
Behold the final in the saga
Trying to recapture lightning trapped in a bottle
Twice the that started it all
Tragic portrait of an artist
in his own drawings
Tap into
and darker than anything imaginable
Here goes a wild stab in the
As we pick up the last Mathers' off