Luyện nghe bài hát Wicked Ways

I'm getting by my wicked 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 by with 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 I could get away with murder
Ever heard of Aspergers? a rare condition
what you're suffering from when you simply don't care if its an
Eighty degree day and there's no fricken air
And you can't see, the hair 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 giving him an adjective an a**
So bad they should put his a** in
I word bully I verbally abuse verbs he did something to me personally
Used forgetfully so I cut class and it now I fully rap

Cadillac from a K Car, my a** from a hole in the ground, still tell em apart
Came straight out the trailer park screaming I'm
To shop at K-mart and it art
And I'm fed up and as pissed off as they are
To this day I still get in fights the same broad
At the same Walmart arguing over the same
In the middle of the whilin I don't give a f*** I don't play!
You think you saw this first?
Yeah backwards like motherf***ing Bob and Jay
Illest s*** you could think I say
Mind's like a pile of
When's the last time you saw a villain 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 over the entire
And straight to hell got an impaled by the
So Satan his face in an ashtray
But I sacheted around flames with a match and I gave him the gas
And this ain't got nothing to do with a
Being gay little but by the way
it's getting darker by the day
I'm a combination of Grey, Tyler the Creator, and Violent Jay

a f***ing miracle to be this lyrical
Paint my with clown make up and a smiley face, I'm insane
rhyme I say, a**aults you like an ultra violet ray
I'm sellin' hatred 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 mean time

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

been a career a**hole
I don't see why these people 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 and that purpose was to beat a beat purplish
Slaughter tracks, I done put my two dimes and a nickel in 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, the oldest trick in the book
But I sure would for that
You done a bat to a rocket launcher fight
I get on the mic I'm a snap
Make you the ambulance that took me to the hospital
When I overdosed would have a flat

If it makes you sick to your stomach it
my suggestions's Kaopectate
If it feels I'm running away with the game
Its 'cause I am don't speculate
All I got is dick for and insults for decades
But I get by my wicked ways, lady you can suck a till your neck aches
Cry till you get puffy eyes red
But I'm on this jet plane
You fly, you're an airhead
I'm sick of pounding a square peg in a round hole, sorry catchphrase
But your baggage ain't fit in my storage over headspace
'Cause you ain't big enough to fit your damaged goods
words 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 don't see my legs, I on falling down
No you can't stand me, I need my cane
Someone help me I my face is melting
If you felt migrains, see these maggots eat my brain
G-I-A-empty hole in my empty head
If you my mind you can see my pain
And you could see why I'd be way
Ever since I was high playin' with G.I. Joes
Or the P-I-E hoes that peep my game

'Cause I'm about, like a echo
on a cycle
If I Iko
I'm out of control no
Other mike-o, stab you to the
Nothing but a hole inside your skull where you eye
'Cause I'm gonna it to you, dyko, you don't like it
Get on your Harley menstrual cycle and ride it, like a motorbike
I'm gonna blow the mike the whole night so strike up the 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 hockey sticks 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 by with 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

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 mouth and get my blew out
And gay the A.M
And lay with guys naked and let myself show, let myself show
But f*** it, from the tucket
Life's too short to not your bone
So everybody,
Circle jerk, touch my

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