Luyện nghe bài hát Wicked Ways

I'm getting by with my ways
I'm up and I'm taking 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 taking
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
heard of Aspergers? It's a rare condition
It's what you're from when you simply don't care if its an
Eighty day and there's no fricken air conditioning
And you can't see, the b****'s hair is
'Cause you got the windows up blaring the system in your Prism

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

from a K Car, my a** from a hole in the ground, still can't tell em apart
Came straight out the trailer 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 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 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 with a cape?
With a gaping in it
Whip out, whip

Tied him around my neck went down the fire escape of the Empire
Straight fell straight down to the ground all over the entire state
And straight to got an impaled by the gates
So Satan his face in an ashtray
But I sacheted around flames with a match and I him the gas face
And this got nothing to do with a scalar
gay little faggot but by the way
Plus it's darker by the day
I'm a combination of Skylar Grey, the Creator, and Violent Jay

It's a miracle to be this lyrical
Paint my face with make up and a smiley face, I'm insane
Every rhyme I say, a**aults you an ultra violet ray
I'm hatred buffet style all the s*** you can eat
$11.99 so come on and pile a
I'm throwin' down the to see what hell I can raise
With the rhyme I'm while I'm s***tin' on the competition
In the meantime always mean time

I'm getting by 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'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've a career a**hole
I don't see why these 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 that purpose was to a beat purplish
Slaughter tracks, I done put my two dimes and a in this s***
And I'm coming to get that quarter
Ndamukong the drama can build
Your mama can ask me for my
That cougars a MILF, she's the oldest in the book
But I sure would fall for
You done 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 have a flat

If it makes you sick to stomach pass it
Indigestion my Kaopectate
If it feels like I'm running away the game
Its I am don't speculate 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 this jet
You ain't fly, an airhead
I'm sick of pounding a square peg in a round hole, sorry another
But your baggage ain't gonna fit in my storage over
'Cause you ain't big enough to fit your damaged goods
words don't try to put the heart in a headcase

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

'Cause I'm about, like a echo
Psycho on a
If I Iko
I'm out of like no
mike-o, stab you to the nightpost
Nothing but a inside your skull where you eye close
'Cause I'm gonna 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 the whole night so strike up the f***in' maestro, I'm like nitro
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 getting by with my 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 up and I'm taking names
I want to dig my way to
I want to dig my way to

Oh be empty, please be empty, please 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 guys naked and let myself show, let myself
But it, suck from the tucket
Life's too short to not stroke your
So everybody,
jerk, touch my body

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