Luyện nghe bài hát Wicked Ways

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

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

Guess I got a way with I could get away with murder
Ever heard of It's a rare condition
It's what you're suffering from when you don't care if its an
Eighty day and there's no fricken air conditioning
And you can't see, the b****'s is frizzin'
'Cause you got the windows up blaring the system in Chevrolet Prism

The devil ain't on the same as him
Just someone who rebels in straight
And imagine him him an adjective an a** whooping
So bad should put his a** in prison
I word bully I verbally abuse verbs like he did to me personally
forgetfully so I cut class and ditch it now I fully rap

Cadillac a K Car, my a** from a hole in the ground, still can't tell em apart
straight out the trailer park 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 this day I still get in with the same broad
At the same Walmart over the same cart
In the middle of the aisle whilin I don't give a f*** I play!
You you saw this basket first?
Yeah backwards like Bob and Silent Jay
Illest s*** you could I would say
like a pile of clay
When's the last you saw a villain with a cape?
With a gaping in it
Whip out, down

Tied him around my neck went the fire escape of the Empire State
Straight fell straight down to the splattered all over the entire state
And straight to got an impaled by the gates
So Satan his face in an ashtray
But I around flames with a match and I gave him the gas face
And this ain't got nothing to do with a
Being gay faggot but by the way
it's 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 make up and a face, I'm insane
Every rhyme I say, a**aults you like an ultra ray
I'm sellin' hatred style all the s*** you can eat
$11.99 so on and pile a plate
I'm throwin' the gauntlet to see what hell I can raise
the rhyme I'm spittin' while I'm s***tin' on the competition
In the meantime it's always mean

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

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

been a career a**hole
I don't see why 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 purpose was to beat a beat purplish
Slaughter tracks, I done put my two dimes and a nickel in this
And I'm coming to get that quarter
Like Ndamukong the can build
mama can ask me for my autograph
That cougars a MILF, she's the trick in the book
But I sure fall for that
You done brought a bat to a rocket fight
I get on the mic I'm a snap
Make you wish the that took me to the hospital
When I overdosed would caught a flat

If it makes you to your stomach pass it
Indigestion my Kaopectate
If it feels like I'm running with 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 eyes red face
But I'm leaving on jet plane
You fly, you're an airhead
I'm sick of pounding a peg in a round hole, sorry another 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

'Cause baby stable mentally I ain't I need my meds, I my bed
I'm blind, I don't see my legs, I keep on falling down
No wonder you can't me, I need my cane
Someone help me I my face is melting
If you felt these migrains, see these eat my brain
This G-I-A-empty in my empty head
If you read my you can see my pain
And you could see why I'd be way
Ever since I was knee high playin' G.I. Joes
Or shut the P-I-E hoes peep my game

'Cause I'm about, like a f***in'
Psycho on a
If I Iko
I'm out of like no
Other mike-o, you to the nightpost
Nothing but a hole inside your where you eye close
I'm gonna sock it to you, dyko, you don't like it
Get on your Harley Davidson menstrual cycle and ride it, like a
I'm gonna blow the mike the whole night so strike up the f***in' maestro, I'm like
And heigh-ho, me my shovel I'm libel to dig my hole deeper
It's off to H-E double hockey I go

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

I'm getting by with my wicked
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 naked and let myself show, let myself show
But f*** it, suck from the
Life's too short to not stroke bone
So everybody,
Circle jerk, my body

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