Luyện nghe bài hát Wicked Ways

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 by with my wicked ways
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 with
Ever heard of Aspergers? a rare condition
It's what you're suffering from when you simply care if its an
Eighty day and there's no fricken air conditioning
And you can't see, the hair is frizzin'
you got the windows up blaring the system in your Chevrolet Prism

The devil on the level same as him
Just someone who in straight masochism
And imagine him giving him an an a** whooping
So bad they should put his a** in
I word I verbally abuse verbs like he did something to me personally
forgetfully so I cut class and ditch 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 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 day I still get in fights with the same 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 basket
Yeah like motherf***ing Bob and Silent Jay
Illest s*** you could think I say
Mind's a pile of clay
When's the last time you saw a villain with a
a gaping hole in it
Whip out, down

Tied him around my neck went 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 by the gates
So Satan stuck his face in an
But I sacheted around flames with a and I gave him the gas face
And this got nothing to do with a scalar
gay little faggot but by the way
Plus it's getting by the day
I'm a combination of Grey, Tyler the Creator, and Violent Jay

It's a f***ing miracle to be this
Paint my face with make up and a smiley face, I'm insane
Every I say, a**aults you like an ultra violet ray
I'm sellin' hatred buffet all the s*** you can eat
$11.99 so come on and pile a
I'm down 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 getting by my wicked 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 by with 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've 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 not by accident
I had a purpose and that purpose was to beat a beat
tracks, I done put my two dimes and a nickel in this s***
And I'm coming to get that back
Like Ndamukong the can build
Your can ask me for my autograph
That cougars a MILF, she's the oldest trick in the
But I sure would for that
You brought a bat to a rocket launcher fight
I get on the mic I'm a snap
Make you wish the ambulance took me to the hospital
When I would have caught a flat

If it makes you sick to your pass it
Indigestion my Kaopectate
If it feels I'm running away with the game
Its 'cause I am speculate spectate
All I got is for days 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 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 ain't gonna fit in my over headspace
you just ain't big enough to fit your damaged goods
Other don't try to put the heart in a headcase

'Cause baby mentally I ain't I need my meds, I peed my bed
I'm going blind, I see my legs, I keep on falling down
No wonder you stand me, I need my cane
Someone help me I 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 since I was knee high playin' with G.I.
Or shut the hoes that peep my game

I'm about, like a f***in' echo
Psycho on a
If I Iko
I'm out of control no
Other mike-o, stab you to the
Nothing but a hole inside your skull 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 blow the the whole night so strike up the f***in' maestro, I'm like nitro
And heigh-ho, hand me my 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 loading up and I'm names
I to dig my way to hell
I to dig my way to hell

I'm getting by my wicked 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, be empty, please 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 show, let myself show
But f*** it, suck from the
Life's too short to not your bone
So everybody,
jerk, touch my body

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