Luyện nghe bài hát Wicked Ways

I'm getting by my wicked ways
I'm up and I'm taking names
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 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 you're suffering from when you simply don't care if its an
degree day and there's no fricken air conditioning
And you see, the b****'s hair is frizzin'
you got the windows up blaring the system in your Chevrolet Prism

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

Cadillac from a K Car, my a** from a in the ground, still can't tell em apart
straight out the trailer park screaming I'm proud
To shop at K-mart and it art
And I'm still fed up and as pissed off as are
To this day I still get in fights with the broad
At the same Walmart arguing the same cart
In the middle of the aisle whilin I don't a f*** I don't play!
You think you saw this first?
backwards like motherf***ing Bob and Silent Jay
Illest you could think I would say
Mind's a pile of clay
the last time you saw a villain with a cape?
With a gaping in it
Whip out, down

Tied him around my went down the fire escape of the Empire State
Straight fell straight down to the ground splattered all the entire state
And straight to hell got an by the gates
So Satan stuck his in an ashtray
But I sacheted around with a match and I gave him the gas face
And this got nothing to do with a scalar
Being gay little but by the way
Plus it's getting by the day
I'm a combination of Skylar Grey, Tyler the Creator, and Jay

It's a f***ing to be this lyrical
Paint my face with clown make up and a smiley face, I'm
rhyme I say, a**aults you like an ultra violet ray
I'm sellin' buffet style all the s*** you can eat
$11.99 so come on and a plate
I'm throwin' the gauntlet to see what hell I can raise
With the rhyme I'm spittin' while I'm on the competition
In the meantime it's always mean

I'm by with 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 by with 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've been a a**hole
I see why these people always got my back
I said so much f***ed up s***, I was born a mistake
But I was put not by accident
I had a purpose and that was to beat a beat purplish
Slaughter tracks, I done put my two and a nickel in this s***
And I'm to get that quarter back
Like Ndamukong the can build
Your mama can ask me for my
That cougars a MILF, the oldest trick in the book
But I sure would fall for
You brought a bat to a rocket launcher fight
I get on the mic I'm a snap
Make you wish the ambulance that me to the hospital
When I overdosed would caught a flat

If it makes you sick to your stomach it
Indigestion my Kaopectate
If it feels like I'm running with the game
Its 'cause I am don't spectate
All I got is for days and insults for decades
But I get by my wicked ways, you can suck a dick till your neck aches
Cry till you get puffy red face
But I'm leaving on jet plane
You fly, you're an airhead
I'm of pounding a square peg in a round hole, sorry another catchphrase
But your baggage ain't gonna fit in my storage over
'Cause you just ain't big to fit your damaged goods
words don't try to put the heart in a headcase

'Cause baby stable mentally I 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 me, I need my cane
help me I think my face is melting
If you felt these migrains, see these maggots eat my
G-I-A-empty hole in my empty head
If you read my you can see my pain
And you could see why I'd be way
Ever I was knee high playin' with G.I. Joes
Or shut the P-I-E hoes that my game

'Cause I'm about, like a f***in'
on a cycle
If I Iko
I'm out of like no
mike-o, stab you to the nightpost
Nothing but a hole your skull where you eye close
'Cause I'm gonna it to you, dyko, you don't like it
Get on your Harley Davidson cycle 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 libel to dig my deeper
It's off to H-E double sticks I go

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

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

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