Luyện nghe bài hát Wicked Ways

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 getting by with my 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 words I could get away murder
heard of Aspergers? 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 can't see, the b****'s is frizzin'
'Cause you got the windows up blaring the system in your Chevrolet

The devil ain't on the level as him
someone who rebels in straight masochism
And imagine him him an adjective an a** whooping
So bad they put his a** in prison
I bully 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
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 with the same broad
At the same arguing over 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 you could think I would say
like a pile of clay
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 got nothing to do with a scalar
Being gay little but by the way
Plus getting darker by the day
I'm a of Skylar Grey, Tyler the Creator, and Violent Jay

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

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 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've been a a**hole
I don't see why these people always got my
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 beat a purplish
Slaughter tracks, I put my two dimes and a nickel in this s***
And I'm coming to get quarter back
Like Ndamukong the drama can
mama can ask me for my autograph
That cougars a MILF, she's the oldest trick in the
But I sure would for that
You done brought a bat to a rocket launcher
When I get on the mic I'm a
you wish the ambulance that took me to the hospital
When I overdosed would caught a flat

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

baby stable mentally I ain't I need my meds, I peed my bed
I'm going blind, I don't see my legs, I keep on down
No wonder you can't stand me, I my cane
Someone help me I my face is melting
If you these migrains, see these maggots eat my brain
This G-I-A-empty hole in my empty
If you read my you can see my pain
And you see why I'd be this way
Ever since I was high playin' with G.I. Joes
Or the P-I-E 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
mike-o, stab you to the nightpost
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 Davidson menstrual 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 I'm libel to dig my hole deeper
It's off to H-E double sticks 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 getting by with my ways
I'm up and I'm taking names
I to dig my way to hell
I want to dig my way to

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

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