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 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 to dig my way to hell

Guess I got a way with I could get away with murder
heard of Aspergers? It's a rare condition
It's what you're suffering from when you don't care if its an
Eighty degree day and there's no air conditioning
And you see, the b****'s hair is frizzin'
'Cause you got the up blaring the system in your Chevrolet Prism

The devil on the level same as him
Just who rebels in straight masochism
And him giving him an adjective an a** whooping
So bad they should put his a** in
I word bully I abuse verbs like he did something to me personally
Used forgetfully so I cut class and 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 park screaming I'm
To at K-mart and it became 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 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 s*** you could think I say
Mind's like a pile of
When's the last time you saw a villain with a
With a gaping in it
Whip out, whip

Tied him around my neck went down the fire escape of the State
Straight fell straight down to the ground splattered all over the state
And to hell got an impaled by the gates
So Satan stuck his in an ashtray
But I sacheted flames with a match and I gave him the gas face
And this ain't got nothing to do 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 to be this lyrical
Paint my face with clown make up and a smiley face, I'm
rhyme 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 a plate
I'm throwin' down the gauntlet to see 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 by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking
I to dig my way to hell
I want to dig my way to

I'm getting by 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

been a career a**hole
I don't see why people always got my back
I done said so much f***ed up s***, I was born a
But I was put not by accident
I had a purpose and that was to beat a beat 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 can build
Your can ask me for my autograph
That a MILF, she's the oldest trick in the book
But I sure would fall for
You brought 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 would have caught a flat

If it makes you sick to your stomach it
Indigestion my suggestions's
If it feels like I'm running with the game
Its 'cause I am don't spectate
All I got is dick for days and insults for
But I get by my wicked ways, lady you can suck a dick till neck aches
Cry till you get puffy eyes red
But I'm leaving on this jet
You ain't fly, you're an
I'm sick of pounding a square peg in a round hole, sorry catchphrase
But baggage 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 heart in a

'Cause baby mentally I ain't I need my meds, I peed my bed
I'm blind, I don't see my legs, I keep on falling down
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
This G-I-A-empty hole in my empty
If you my mind you can see my pain
And you see why I'd be this way
Ever I was knee high playin' with G.I. Joes
Or shut the P-I-E that peep my game

'Cause I'm about, like a echo
Psycho on a
If I Iko
I'm out of control no
Other mike-o, stab you to the
Nothing but a hole your skull where you eye close
I'm gonna sock it to you, dyko, you don't like it
Get on your Harley Davidson menstrual 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 to dig my hole deeper
off to H-E double hockey sticks I go

I'm getting by 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 by with 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

Oh be empty, please be empty, please be empty
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 f*** it, from the tucket
too short to not stroke 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**