Luyện nghe bài hát I'm On Everything

All little young kids aint got no direction
Shit, these lil is on everything
Syrup. Painkillers. Cigarette. Weed. Hennessy. Vodka. ha

I'm on (x5)

Syrup. Painkillers. Cigarette. Weed. Hennessy. Vodka. ha

I'm on (x5)

Da 5'9"]
I'm on painkillers, cigarette, weed
Sober interest me
I'm on
Bout to sip the liquor like caine
how high I am

I take painkillers to the pain
I aint in pain
No, we, ain't the same, we
I'm on

when I kick it, gout
Me up, ha, alf
Cash everything, acid tab, hash, 'rooms
I woke up with a f-cking tiger in my bathroom
I am high, high, high, high
Menace to society I feel sorry for your
Me and on 'shrooms
Call us the brothers
down, we never back down
Never out
Can't put my down

Syrup, Painkillers, Cigarette, Weed, Hennessy, Vodka,
I'm on (x5)

Painkillers, I call 'em pillars
they'll hold me up when I take 'em
I need a cane and
I'm on

Sick I kick it, barf
Me sobering up,
I ya brain like a pill crusher, lets crush a pill yeah
F-ck, I I just crushed my last Tylenol 3 up

Grab the key up off the till the camp all left the crib
Man, whoda knew 3 in the morning I'd still be up
Could barely see up over the wheel, crashed the whip, tore a tree up
On my way to the dealer's, tryna
Call me Brett Favre, it F-A-V-R, E, yep
It's wrong, other words I f-cked my RV up
Bitch, it's on again yeah, break Klonopin in half
While I smoke some chronic in the cab with McNabb
And I dye my hair back blonde and laugh
I'm the real macaroni you bitch, I'm demonic with the craft
There's a devil in my noodle, you hair pasta
dreaded like some f-cking tangled hair rasta...
...farian, Jamaican, relax, man
I'll send a axe at you if you insist on a f-cking accent
Bad and is back with an epidural, c heck ya girl
'Cause after we prop you up, we her up
So, baby, come put ya feet up in stirrups
Your boyfriend better find another f-cking whore to the stir up
We rap we're on

Syrup, Painkillers, Cigarette, Weed, Hennessy, Vodka,
I'm on (x5)

Syrup, Painkillers, Cigarette, Weed, Hennessy, Vodka,
I'm on (x5)

Da 5'9"]
I'm on painkillers, cigarette, speed
Uh, classic!
It's Eminem and him again, my sentiments
I that bitch to get at me, then the bitch attacked me
Kid you not, I'm lit up as f-ck, tablecloth tucked in my
I'm hearing dishes drop, 'cause I walked away from my dinner with schmucks

Then I aimed to the front of the shopping center
Wit' a coupon book and a hundred and ten
And a bunch of change and wife with a mustard stain
I'll your brain like I'm crushing pills
What the f-ck's the deal?
This shit's making me feel like I'm tryna do a muthf-ckin cartwheel up a

Da 5'9"]
How many bars, how tabs?
A-c-i-d, y-e-s, I'm sniffin NYES

F-u-c-ked up, and it's

Da 5'9"]
Smoking in my chest

I'm

Da 5'9"]
I'm a

Put this CD in and see
The sequel to Scary Movie, bad is to evil, the roofie to

Da 5'9"]
You are gonna up six feet deep
Under that shits creek so I hope that you preservers

You could put a on the plate
on the tablecloth to serve us
You don't shit to the table
I mean your grill like a Seville a mark gets murdered
You pushing the envelope, and I'm shovin' that whole post office
Right off the surface, to the in the darkest and the farthest corner

Da 5'9"]
How many bars, how bars
Maui, wowee, sour diesel, how jars,
To all my I'll be the Mars, mommy come on
She can actually my nutsack 'round the back of her neck in a bathroom stall
And she can just from sipping this piss from my 24-inch catheter cord

I'm the type that'll a bath wit' a whore
Drown her, bang her head on the door
When I'm 'er in the back, smackin' her forehead on the dash
And its blowin', a Benz jeep horn

My friends be knowin' that I'm on a binge, I'm stingy
when I'm ten deep in a room with the MG and and wit' Lindsay Lohan and she on...