Luyện nghe bài hát Wicked Ways

I'm getting by with my wicked
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 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 get away with murder
Ever heard of Aspergers? It's a rare
It's what you're suffering from when you simply care if its an
Eighty degree day and there's no air conditioning
And you can't see, the b****'s hair is
'Cause you got the windows up blaring the system in Chevrolet Prism

The ain't on the level same as him
someone who rebels in straight masochism
And imagine him giving him an an a** whooping
So bad should put his a** in prison
I word bully I verbally abuse verbs like he did something to me
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 tell em apart
Came straight out the 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 fights with the broad
At the same Walmart arguing over the same
In the middle of the aisle I don't give a f*** I don't play!
You think you saw basket first?
Yeah backwards motherf***ing Bob and Silent Jay
s*** you could think I would say
Mind's like a pile of
When's the last you saw a villain with a cape?
With a gaping in it
Whip out, whip

Tied him around my neck went down the fire escape of the State
Straight fell 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 with a match and I gave him the gas
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 combination of Grey, Tyler the Creator, and Violent Jay

It's a f***ing to be this lyrical
my face with clown make up and a smiley face, I'm insane
Every rhyme I say, a**aults you like an violet ray
I'm sellin' hatred style all the s*** you can eat
$11.99 so on and pile a plate
I'm throwin' down the gauntlet to see hell I can raise
With the rhyme I'm spittin' while I'm s***tin' on the
In the meantime always mean time

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

been a career a**hole
I don't see why these people got my back
I done said so much f***ed up s***, I was a mistake
But I was put not by accident
I had a purpose and purpose was to beat a beat purplish
Slaughter tracks, I done put my two and a nickel in this s***
And I'm coming to get quarter back
Like the drama can build
Your can ask me for my autograph
That cougars a MILF, the oldest trick in the book
But I sure fall for that
You done brought a bat to a rocket fight
When I get on the mic I'm a
Make you wish the ambulance took me to the hospital
I overdosed would have caught a flat

If it makes you sick to your pass it
my suggestions's Kaopectate
If it feels I'm running away with the game
Its 'cause I am speculate 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 till you get eyes red face
But I'm on this jet plane
You ain't fly, an airhead
I'm sick of pounding a peg in a round hole, sorry another catchphrase
But your baggage gonna 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

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 on falling down
No wonder you can't me, I need my cane
help me I think my face is melting
If you these migrains, see these maggots eat my brain
G-I-A-empty hole in my empty 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 hoes that peep my game

'Cause I'm about, 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 your skull where you eye
'Cause I'm gonna it to you, dyko, you don't like it
Get on your Harley Davidson cycle and ride it, like a motorbike
I'm gonna blow the 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
off to H-E double hockey sticks I go

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

I'm getting by my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm 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 rock this and put a c*** in mouth and get my balls blew out
And gay the A.M
And lay with eighteen naked and let myself show, let myself show
But f*** it, from the tucket
Life's too to not stroke your bone
So everybody,
Circle jerk, my body

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