Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Guy

It's I'm in the dirt, digging up old hurt
Tried everything to get my mind off you, it won't
All it takes is one song on the radio you're back on it
me all over again how you fucking just brushed me off
And left me so burned, spent a lot of time trying to search
Maybe I to grow up a little first
like I hit a growth spurt
But I am for closure
Don't an explanation I'm owed for
The way you turned your back on me
Just when I may needed you most
Oh, you thought it was
You can just the chapter
And go your life, like 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 than anything I ever suffered
think of a better way to define poetic justice
Can I hold grudges, mind is saying: "let it go, this"
Heart is saying: "I will once I bury this bitch
Hide the shovel and drive off in the sunset"

I flee the scene like it was my last
You see right
Oh, you had me pegged the first
You see the truth
But easier to justify
What's bad is
And I to be the bad guy
I hate to be the bad guy

And to think I used to you was the shit, bitch
To think it was you at one time I worshiped,
Think you can hurt and just keep getting away with it?
Not time, you better go and get sewing kit, bitch
Finish this so you can reap what you sow, nitwit
Thought some time had past and I forget it, it!
You left our family in
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
I've stopped the plottin' and still ain't coming to get ya
You're wrong and that shit was
And the way you him, same shit you did to me
Have you any idea that shit I've gone
Feelings I harbor, all this pain of resentment I on to
Not once you called to ask me how I'm
Letters, you respond to 'em
Fuck it, I'm to see you
And gee who better to to than you?
The to my problems
My is garbage and I'm 'bout to take it out on you
Poof, I'm gone

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

I've been around your side of the town
Like nine frickin' hours and five minutes now
Finally I found your new address, in your drive
Feel I been waiting on this moment all of my life
And it's now arrived, and my mouth is of saliva
My knife is out and I'm ducking on the of your house
See, it's sad it came to this
Such a disappointment I had to make this to come and see ya
But ain't here for ya empathy, I don't your apology
Or your friendship of sympathy, revenge that I seek
So I sneak and treat your bedroom window
Like I reach my full potential, I
to peep, still bent low
Keep tapping the glass lightly then to crescendo
Sneak all the way 'round to the back
Man, door handles unlocked, shouldn't be easy to do this
You don't for intruders before hand?
Surprised to see me? Cat got tongue?
Gag, rag, gag almost hack of a lung
Like you picked up an axe up and then
to the core plan, drag to the back of a trunk
By one of fans, irony spectacular, huh?
Now a faggot, you punk?
And here's Bronco hat, you can have that shit 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 lyric
I'm the bad guy who makes fun of that die
And hey, a sequel to my Mathers LP
to try to get people to buy
How's this for publicity stunt? This be fun
Last album now 'cause this you'll be officially done
Eminem by Eminem
Matthew Mitchell, bitch, I even have initials
I was gonna bury you next to my brother, but fuck it
Since you your city so much
I figured, what the fuck the best place you could be buried alive is here
Two more exits, is quite near
I we don't get stopped, no license I fear
That sirens I hear? 90 on the freeway wasn't the brightest idea
As cops in my driver side mirror
(Help, god police, ah!!)
Hope foxtrot an aerial shot of your burial
New plan
Slim, chauvinist pig in this big, Lincoln town car
Well gotta go, almost at the bridge, haha big bro for you
Slim, this is for him and Frank Ocean, hope you can good!
Now say you hate again!

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

Backs to the wall, I'm stacking up all them odds, clogged
Yeah 'cause I'm talking a lot of but I'm backing it all up
But in my head there's a in the back and it hollas
the track is demolished
I am lack of a conscience
I'm the in your ears
I'm the on the back of your tonsils
your vocal chords after your concerts
I'm your time that's almost up that you haven't
Grab for water but I'm that pill that's too jagged to swallow
I'm the you hate that you became
With every you slaughtered
Coming back on you every you insult there
With the 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
Matthew and Stan's just symbolic of you not what you had until it's gone
'Cause all the glitz and the glam no more fans that are calling your name
are off, sad but it happens to all of them,
I'm the hindsight to say, "I you so!"
Foreshadows of all the things that are to
I'm the future that's here to show you what happens
If you don't stop they call you
The biggest laughing of rap who can't call it quits
But time to walk away
I'm ever guilt trip the you had
But as you gather up all your
If anything you have left to say
Unless it an impact don't bother
So before you rest your
Better make sure you're a wallop

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