Luyện nghe bài hát Wicked Ways

I'm getting by my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm names
I want to dig my way to
I want to dig my way to

I'm getting by with my ways
I'm up and I'm taking names
I to dig my way to hell
I to dig my way to hell

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 when you simply don't if its an
Eighty day and there's no fricken air conditioning
And you can't see, the b****'s hair is
'Cause you got the windows up the system in your Chevrolet Prism

The ain't on the level same as him
someone who rebels in straight masochism
And him giving him an adjective an a** whooping
So bad they should put his a** in
I word bully I verbally abuse verbs like he did something to me
Used forgetfully so I cut class and it now I fully rap

Cadillac from a K Car, my a** from a hole in the ground, still can't em apart
Came straight out the trailer screaming I'm proud
To at K-mart 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 same Walmart arguing over the cart
In the of the aisle whilin I don't give a f*** I don't play!
You think you saw this basket
Yeah backwards like motherf***ing Bob and Jay
Illest s*** you could I would say
Mind's like a of clay
When's the time you saw a villain with a cape?
a gaping hole in it
Whip out, whip

Tied him around my neck went down the fire of the Empire State
fell straight 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 a match and I gave him the gas face
And this ain't got nothing to do with a
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 lyrical
Paint my face with clown up and a smiley 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 gauntlet to see what I can raise
With the rhyme I'm spittin' while I'm s***tin' on the
In the meantime it's always time

I'm getting by with my ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking
I to dig my way to hell
I to dig my way to hell

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

been a career a**hole
I see why these people always got my back
I done said so much up s***, I was born a mistake
But I was put here not by
I had a purpose and that purpose was to beat a purplish
Slaughter tracks, I done put my two dimes and a in this s***
And I'm coming to get that quarter
Like Ndamukong the drama can
Your can ask me for my autograph
That a MILF, she's the oldest trick in the book
But I would fall for that
You done brought a bat to a rocket fight
When I get on the mic I'm a
Make you wish the ambulance took me to the hospital
When I overdosed would have a flat

If it makes you sick to stomach pass it
Indigestion my suggestions's
If it feels like I'm running away the game
Its I am don't speculate spectate
All I got is dick for and insults for decades
But I get by my wicked ways, lady you can suck a dick till your neck
Cry till you get puffy eyes red
But I'm leaving on this jet
You fly, you're an airhead
I'm sick of pounding a square peg in a round hole, sorry catchphrase
But baggage ain't gonna fit in my storage over headspace
'Cause you just ain't big enough to fit damaged goods
Other words don't try to put the heart in a

baby 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 can't stand me, I need my
help me I think my face is melting
If you these migrains, see these maggots eat my brain
G-I-A-empty hole in my empty head
If you my mind you can see my pain
And you see why I'd be this 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 where you eye close
'Cause I'm sock it to you, dyko, you don't like it
Get on your Harley Davidson menstrual and ride it, like a motorbike
I'm gonna the mike the whole night so strike up the f***in' maestro, I'm like nitro
And heigh-ho, hand me my shovel I'm to dig my hole deeper
It's off to H-E double hockey I go

I'm getting by with my ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking
I want to dig my way to
I to dig my way to hell

I'm by with my wicked ways
I'm up and I'm taking names
I to dig my way to hell
I to dig my way to hell

Oh please be empty, please be empty, be empty
you, God
S***.
It's a
I'm gonna rock this blouse and put a c*** in and get my balls blew out
And gay the A.M
And lay with eighteen guys naked and let myself show, let show
But f*** it, suck from the
too short to not stroke your bone
So everybody,
Circle jerk, touch my

Who is that? Where are you Mm come back
Why does always leave me?
Hello? you then
it out your a**