Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Guy

It's like I'm in the dirt, up old hurt
Tried 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 again how you fucking just brushed me off
And left me so burned, spent a lot of time to soul search
Maybe I to grow up a little first
Looks like I hit a spurt
But I am coming for
Don't an explanation I'm owed for
The way that you your back on me
Just when I may have you most
Oh, you thought it was
You can just close the
And go about your life, it was nothing
You ruined mine, but you seem to be doing
I'd never recovered but tonight I that whatcha
'Bout to go through's tougher than anything I ever have
Can't think of a better way to poetic justice
Can I hold grudges, mind is "let it go, fuck this"
Heart is saying: "I will I bury this bitch alive
Hide the and then drive off in the sunset"

I flee the like it was my last ride
You see through
Oh, you had me the first 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 I used to think you was the shit, bitch
To think it was you at one I worshiped, shit
Think you can hurt people and just keep getting with it?
Not this time, you better go and get kit, bitch
Finish stitch so you can reap what you sow, nitwit
Thought time had past and I forget it, forget it!
You left our family in
You expect me to just get over him? Pretend he existed
Maybe gone, but he's not
And don't 'cause he's been out the pictures so long
That stopped the plottin' and still ain't coming to get ya
You're wrong and that shit was
And the way you him, same shit you did to me
you any idea that shit I've gone through?
Feelings I harbor, all this pain of I hold on to
Not once you called to ask me how I'm
Letters, you don't to 'em
Fuck it, I'm to see you
And gee who better to talk to you?
The to my problems
My life is garbage and I'm 'bout to it out on you
Poof, I'm gone

I flee the scene like it was my last
You see through
Oh, you had me pegged the first
You see the truth
But it's 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 around your side of the town
nine frickin' hours and forty five minutes now
Finally I found your new address, park in drive
Feel like I waiting on this moment all of my life
And now arrived, and my mouth is full of saliva
My knife is out and I'm on the side of your house
See, sad it came to this point
Such a disappointment I had to make appointment to come and see ya
But ain't here for ya empathy, I don't need apology
Or your friendship of sympathy, it's that I seek
So I sneak and treat your bedroom window
Like I reach my full potential, I
to peep, still bent low
Keep tapping the glass then start to crescendo
all the way 'round to the back porch
Man, door handles unlocked, shouldn't be easy to do this
You plan for intruders before hand?
Surprised to see me? Cat got your
Gag, chloroform rag, gag hack of a lung
Like you up an axe up and then swung
Stick to the core plan, to the back of a trunk
By one of your fans, irony spectacular,
Now who's a faggot, you
And here's your Bronco hat, you can have that shit back as suck

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

I represent anyone normally 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 with stroke of a pen
Perfect time to some remorse to show for your sin
No, it's hopeless, I'm the denial that hopelessly in
When say all of this is approaching its end
But you to believe that it's over, here we go all over again

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

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