Luyện nghe bài hát Wicked Ways

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 with my wicked
I'm loading up and I'm names
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 murder
heard of Aspergers? It's a rare condition
It's what you're 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 b****'s hair is
'Cause you got the up blaring the system in your Chevrolet Prism

The devil on the level same as him
someone who rebels in straight masochism
And imagine him giving him an adjective an a**
So bad they put his a** in prison
I word I verbally abuse verbs like he did something to me personally
Used forgetfully so I cut class and ditch it now I rap

Cadillac from a K Car, my a** from a hole in the ground, still 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 fights with the same
At the same Walmart arguing 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 backwards like motherf***ing Bob and Jay
Illest s*** you think I would say
Mind's a pile of clay
When's the last you saw a villain with a cape?
a gaping hole in it
Whip out, whip

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

It's a miracle to be this lyrical
Paint my face clown make up and a smiley face, I'm insane
Every rhyme I say, a**aults you like an ultra ray
I'm sellin' 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 I can raise
With the rhyme I'm spittin' while I'm on the competition
In the meantime always mean time

I'm getting by with my 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 loading up and I'm names
I to dig my way to hell
I to dig my way to hell

I've 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 here not by
I had a purpose and that 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 quarter back
Like Ndamukong the can build
Your can ask me for my autograph
cougars a MILF, she's the oldest trick in the book
But I would fall for that
You done brought a bat to a launcher fight
I get on the mic I'm a snap
Make you wish the ambulance that took me to the
When I overdosed would have a flat

If it makes you to your stomach pass it
Indigestion my Kaopectate
If it feels like I'm away with the game
Its 'cause I am don't speculate
All I got is dick for days and for decades
But I get by my wicked ways, lady you can suck a till your neck aches
Cry till you get eyes 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 hole, sorry another catchphrase
But your baggage ain't fit in my storage over headspace
'Cause you just ain't big to fit your damaged goods
Other words don't try to put the in a headcase

'Cause stable 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 my face is melting
If you felt migrains, see these maggots eat my brain
This G-I-A-empty hole in my head
If you read my mind you can see my
And you could see why I'd be way
Ever since I was high playin' with G.I. Joes
Or shut the P-I-E that peep my game

I'm about, like a f***in' echo
Psycho on a
If I Iko
I'm out of like no
Other mike-o, stab you to the
Nothing but a hole inside skull where you eye close
'Cause I'm gonna sock it to you, dyko, you like it
Get on your Davidson menstrual cycle and ride it, like a motorbike
I'm blow the mike the whole night so strike up the f***in' 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 double sticks I go

I'm getting by with my ways
I'm up and I'm taking names
I want to dig my way to
I to dig my way to hell

I'm getting by with my wicked
I'm up and I'm taking names
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 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 show
But f*** it, 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 everyone leave me?
F*** you then
Blow it out a**