Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Guy

It's I'm in the dirt, digging up old hurt
Tried everything to get my off you, it won't work
All it is one song on the radio you're right back on it
Reminding me all over again how you just brushed me off
And left me so burned, a lot of time trying to soul search
Maybe I needed to grow up a first
Looks like I hit a growth
But I am for closure
Don't suppose an explanation I'm for
The way that you your back on me
when I may have needed you most
Oh, you thought it was
You can just the chapter
And go about your life, it was nothing
You ruined mine, but you seem to be fine
I'd never recovered but tonight I that whatcha
'Bout to go through's tougher anything I ever have suffered
Can't think of a better way to define justice
Can I grudges, mind is saying: "let it go, fuck this"
Heart is saying: "I will once I bury this bitch
Hide the and then drive off in the sunset"

I flee the scene like it was my ride
You see right
Oh, you had me the first time
You can't see the
But it's to justify
What's bad is
And I to be the bad guy
I just to be the bad guy

And to I used to think you was the shit, bitch
To think it was you at one I worshiped, shit
Think you can hurt people and just keep getting away it?
Not this time, you go and get sewing kit, bitch
Finish stitch so you can reap what you sow, nitwit
Thought some time had past and I forget it, it!
You left our in shambles
You expect me to get over him? Pretend he never existed
Maybe gone, but not forgotten
And don't 'cause he's been out the pictures so long
That I've stopped the plottin' and ain't coming to get ya
You're wrong and that was rotten
And the way you played him, shit you did to me
Have you any idea that shit gone through?
Feelings I harbor, all pain of resentment I hold on to
Not you called to ask me how I'm doing
Letters, you respond to 'em
Fuck it, I'm to see you
And gee who better to talk to than
The cause to my
My is garbage and I'm 'bout to take it out on you
Poof, then I'm

I flee the scene like it was my ride
You see right
Oh, you had me pegged the time
You can't see the
But it's easier to
What's bad is
And I to be the bad guy
I just to be the bad guy
to be the bad guy

I've been driving around your side of the
nine frickin' hours and forty five minutes now
Finally I found your new address, park in drive
Feel like I been waiting on moment all of my life
And it's now arrived, and my mouth is full of
My is out and I'm ducking on the side of your house
See, sad it came to this point
Such a disappointment I had to make this to come and see ya
But ain't here for ya empathy, I don't need apology
Or your friendship of sympathy, it's revenge that I
So I sneak vengefully and treat your bedroom
Like I reach my full potential, I
to peep, still bent low
Keep the glass lightly then start to crescendo
Sneak all the way 'round to the back
Man, door handles unlocked, shouldn't be that to do this
You don't plan for intruders before
Surprised to see me? Cat got tongue?
Gag, chloroform rag, gag hack of a lung
Like you picked up an axe up and swung
Stick to the core plan, to the back of a trunk
By one of your fans, irony spectacular,
Now a faggot, you punk?
And here's your Bronco hat, you can have that back as they suck

It's just me, you and the music now,
I you hear it we are in a car right now
Wait, here comes my favorite
I'm the bad guy who fun of people that die
And hey, here's a to my Mathers LP
to try to get people to buy
How's this for stunt? This should be fun
Last album now after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by
Matthew Mitchell, bitch, I have your initials
I initially was gonna bury you to my brother, but fuck it
Since you love your city so
I figured, what the fuck the place you could be buried alive is right here
Two more exits, is quite near
I hope we get stopped, no license I fear
sirens I hear? Guess 90 on the freeway wasn't the brightest idea
As cops in my driver side mirror
(Help, god police, ah!!)
Hope gets an aerial shot of your burial
New Stan
Slim, chauvinist pig drove in big, Lincoln town car
gotta go, almost at the bridge, haha big bro it's for you
Slim, is for him and Frank Ocean, hope you can swim good!
Now say you hate again!

I also anyone normally seen on the end of these jokes of a beat
I'm the nightmare you fell in and woke up still in
I'm your karma in with each stroke of a pen
Perfect time to have some to show for your sin
No, it's hopeless, I'm the that you're hopelessly in
When they say all of this is its end
But you refuse to believe that it's over, here we go all again

Backs to the wall, I'm stacking up all them odds, toilets
Yeah I'm talking a lot of shit but I'm backing it all up
But in my head there's a voice in the and it hollas
After the track is
I am lack of a conscience
I'm the in your ears
I'm the polyps on the back of your
Eating your vocal chords after concerts
I'm your time almost up that you haven't acknowledged
Grab for some water but I'm that that's too jagged to swallow
I'm the bullies you hate you became
With every faggot you
Coming back on you every woman you there
the double-standards you have when it comes to your daughters
I represent everything you for granted
'Cause Marshall Mather's the rapper's persona's have a and
and Stan's just symbolic of you not knowing what you had until it's gone
'Cause after all the glitz and the glam no more fans that are calling your
Cameras are off, sad but it to all of them,
I'm the hindsight to say, "I you so!"
Foreshadows of all the that are to follow
I'm the future that's to show you what happens tomorrow
If you don't after they call you
The biggest laughing stock of rap who can't call it
But time to walk away
I'm guilt trip the baggage you had
But as you up all your possessions
If there's anything you have to say
Unless it an impact don't bother
So before you rest case
Better sure you're packing a wallop

So one last time, I'm
Before it fades into black and it's all
the final chapter in the saga
Trying to recapture lightning trapped in a bottle
the magic that started it all
Tragic portrait of an tortured
in his own drawings
Tap thoughts
Blacker and darker than imaginable
Here goes a stab in the dark
As we pick up the last left off