Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Guy

It's I'm in the dirt, digging up old hurt
Tried everything to get my off you, it won't work
All it takes is one on the radio you're right back on it
Reminding me all over again how you fucking brushed me off
And left me so burned, a lot of time trying to soul search
Maybe I needed to grow up a little
Looks like I hit a spurt
But I am for closure
Don't suppose an explanation I'm for
The way that you turned your on me
Just when I may have you most
Oh, you it was over
You can just close the
And go about life, like it was nothing
You ruined mine, but you seem to be fine
I'd never but tonight I betcha that whatcha
'Bout to go tougher than anything I ever have suffered
Can't think of a better way to poetic justice
Can I hold grudges, mind is saying: "let it go, this"
Heart is saying: "I will once I this bitch alive
Hide the shovel and then off in the sunset"

I flee the scene like it was my ride
You see through
Oh, you had me pegged the time
You can't see the
But it's 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 time I worshiped,
Think you can hurt people and just keep getting away it?
Not this time, you better go and get kit, bitch
Finish this stitch so you can reap what you sow,
Thought some time had and I forget it, forget it!
You our family in shambles
You expect me to just get over him? Pretend he never
Maybe gone, but not forgotten
And don't think 'cause he's been out the pictures so
That I've stopped the plottin' and still coming to get ya
You're wrong and shit was rotten
And the way you played him, same you did to me
Have you any idea shit I've gone through?
Feelings I harbor, all this pain of I hold on to
Not you called to ask me how I'm doing
Letters, you don't to 'em
Fuck it, I'm to see you
And gee who to talk to than you?
The to my problems
My is garbage and I'm 'bout to take it out on you
Poof, then I'm

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 just to be the bad guy
to be the bad guy

I've been driving around your 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 all of my life
And now arrived, and my mouth is full of saliva
My knife is out and I'm ducking on the side of your
See, sad it came to this point
Such a disappointment I had to make this to come and see ya
But ain't here for ya empathy, I need your apology
Or your friendship of sympathy, it's revenge that I
So I sneak and treat your bedroom window
Like I my full potential, I peeked
Continue to peep, still low
Keep tapping the glass lightly then start to
Sneak all the way 'round to the back
Man, door handles unlocked, shouldn't be that to do this
You don't for intruders before hand?
to see me? Cat got your tongue?
Gag, chloroform rag, gag almost of a lung
Like you up an axe up and then swung
Stick to the plan, drag to the back of a trunk
By one of fans, irony spectacular, huh?
Now who's a faggot, you
And here's your Bronco hat, you can have shit back as they suck

It's 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 that die
And hey, here's a sequel to my LP
to try to get people to buy
How's this for stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause this you'll be officially done
Eminem by Eminem
Matthew Mitchell, bitch, I even have your
I initially was gonna bury you next to my brother, but it
Since you love 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 we don't get stopped, no license I fear
That sirens I hear? Guess 90 on the freeway wasn't the idea
As cops appear in my driver mirror
(Help, god police, ah!!)
Hope foxtrot gets an aerial of your burial
New plan
Slim, chauvinist pig in this big, Lincoln town car
Well gotta go, at the bridge, haha big bro it's for you
Slim, this is for him and Ocean, hope you can swim good!
Now say you hate again!

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

Backs to the wall, I'm up all them odds, toilets clogged
Yeah 'cause I'm talking a lot of shit but I'm it all up
But in my head there's a in the back and it hollas
the track is demolished
I am your of a conscience
I'm the in your ears
I'm the polyps on the back of your
Eating your chords after your concerts
I'm your time that's almost up that you acknowledged
Grab for water but I'm that pill that's too jagged to swallow
I'm the bullies you hate you became
With every faggot you
Coming back on you woman you insult there
With the double-standards you have it comes to your daughters
I represent everything you for granted
'Cause Marshall Mather's the rapper's have a facade and
and Stan's just symbolic of you not knowing what you had until it's gone
'Cause all the glitz and the glam no more fans that are calling 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 that are to
I'm the future that's here to show you what tomorrow
If you don't stop they call you
The biggest stock of rap who can't call it quits
But time to walk away
I'm ever guilt trip the you had
But as you gather up all possessions
If there's anything you have to say
Unless it makes an don't bother
So before you rest case
Better make you're packing a wallop

So one time, I'm back
Before it fades into black and all over
Behold the final chapter in the
Trying to that lightning trapped in a bottle
the magic that started it all
Tragic of an artist tortured
Trapped in his own
Tap into
Blacker and darker than imaginable
Here goes a wild stab in the
As we up the last Mathers' left off