Luyện nghe bài hát Wicked Ways

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

Guess I got a way with words I could get away 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 degree day and no fricken air conditioning
And you see, the b****'s hair is frizzin'
'Cause you got the windows up blaring the system in your Prism

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

Cadillac from a K Car, my a** from a hole in the ground, still can't em apart
Came straight out the trailer park 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 middle of the aisle whilin I don't a f*** I don't play!
You think you saw this first?
Yeah backwards like Bob and Silent Jay
s*** you could think I would say
Mind's like a pile of
When's the last time you saw a villain with a
With a hole in it
Whip out, whip

Tied him around my neck down the fire escape of the Empire State
Straight fell straight down to the ground splattered all over the state
And straight to hell got an impaled by the
So Satan stuck his in an ashtray
But I sacheted around flames with a match and I him the gas face
And this ain't got nothing to do a scalar
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 miracle to be this lyrical
my face with clown make up and a smiley face, I'm insane
Every rhyme I say, a**aults you like an violet ray
I'm sellin' hatred style all the s*** you can eat
$11.99 so come on and a plate
I'm throwin' down the gauntlet to see what I can raise
With the rhyme I'm spittin' I'm s***tin' on the competition
In the meantime it's always mean

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

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've a career a**hole
I don't see why these always got my back
I done so much f***ed 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 nickel in this
And I'm to get that quarter back
Like Ndamukong the drama can
Your mama can ask me for my
That a MILF, she's the oldest trick in the book
But I sure fall for that
You done brought a bat to a 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 stomach pass it
Indigestion my suggestions's
If it feels like I'm running with the game
Its 'cause I am speculate spectate
All I got is dick for days and for decades
But I get by my wicked ways, lady you can suck a dick till neck aches
Cry till you get puffy red face
But I'm on this jet plane
You ain't fly, an airhead
I'm sick of pounding a square peg in a round hole, another catchphrase
But your baggage gonna fit in my storage over headspace
'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 ain't I need my meds, I my bed
I'm going blind, I see my legs, I keep on falling down
No wonder you can't stand me, I need my
Someone help me I think my face is
If you felt these migrains, see these maggots eat my
This G-I-A-empty hole in my head
If you read my mind you can see my
And you could see why I'd be way
Ever since I was knee playin' with G.I. Joes
Or shut the hoes that peep my game

'Cause I'm about, a f***in' echo
on a cycle
If I Iko
I'm out of control no
mike-o, stab you to the nightpost
Nothing but a hole inside your skull you eye close
I'm gonna sock it to you, dyko, you don't like it
Get on your Davidson menstrual cycle and ride it, like a motorbike
I'm gonna blow the 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 wicked
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 wicked
I'm up and I'm taking names
I want to dig my way to
I want to dig my way to

Oh please be empty, be empty, please be empty
you, God
S***.
It's a
I'm gonna rock 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 show
But f*** it, suck from the
Life's too to not stroke your bone
So everybody,
Circle jerk, my body

Who is that? are you going? Mm come back
Why does always leave me?
F*** you then
Blow it out a**