Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Guy

It's like I'm in the dirt, up old hurt
everything to get my mind off you, it won't work
All it is one song on the radio you're right back on it
Reminding me all again how you fucking just brushed me off
And left me so burned, spent a lot of time to soul search
I needed to grow up a little first
Looks like I hit a growth
But I am coming for
suppose an explanation I'm owed for
The way that you turned back on me
Just when I may have needed you
Oh, you thought it was
You can close the chapter
And go about life, like it was nothing
You ruined mine, but you seem to be doing
I'd never recovered but I betcha that whatcha
'Bout to go through's tougher than anything I ever suffered
Can't of a better way to define poetic justice
Can I hold grudges, mind is "let it go, fuck this"
Heart is saying: "I will once I bury this alive
Hide the shovel and then off in the sunset"

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

And to think I to think you was the shit, bitch
To think it was you at one I worshiped, shit
Think you can hurt people and keep getting away with it?
Not this time, you better go and get sewing kit,
Finish stitch so you can reap what you sow, nitwit
Thought some time had past and I forget it, it!
You our family in shambles
You expect me to just get him? Pretend he never existed
gone, but he's 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 and that shit was rotten
And the way you played him, same you did to me
Have you any that shit I've 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 don't to 'em
it, I'm coming to see you
And gee who better to talk to than
The to my problems
My is garbage and I'm 'bout to take it out on you
Poof, then I'm

I flee the scene it was my last ride
You see through
Oh, you had me the first time
You can't see the
But easier to justify
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
Like nine frickin' hours and forty minutes now
Finally I found your new address, in your drive
Feel like I been on this moment all of my life
And it's now arrived, and my mouth is full of
My knife is out and I'm ducking on the side of house
See, sad it came to this point
Such a disappointment I had to make this appointment to and see ya
But ain't here for ya empathy, I don't need apology
Or your friendship of sympathy, it's revenge I seek
So I sneak vengefully and treat bedroom window
Like I reach my potential, I peeked
Continue to peep, still low
Keep tapping the lightly then start to crescendo
all the way 'round to the back porch
Man, door handles unlocked, shouldn't be that easy to do
You don't for intruders before hand?
to see me? Cat got your tongue?
Gag, rag, gag almost hack of a lung
Like you up an axe up and then swung
Stick to the core plan, drag to the of a trunk
By one of fans, irony spectacular, huh?
Now a faggot, you punk?
And here's your Bronco hat, you can have that shit back as suck

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

I also represent anyone normally 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 closing in 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
they say all of this is approaching 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, clogged
'cause I'm talking a lot of shit but I'm backing it all up
But in my there's a voice in the back and it hollas
the track is demolished
I am your 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 that's almost up that you haven't acknowledged
Grab for some water but I'm that pill that's too to swallow
I'm the bullies you that you became
With every you slaughtered
Coming back on you every woman you insult
With the double-standards you when it comes to your daughters
I represent everything you for granted
Marshall Mather's the rapper's persona's have a facade and
Matthew and Stan's just symbolic of you not knowing what you had until gone
'Cause after all the 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 you what happens tomorrow
If you stop after they call you
The biggest stock of rap who can't call it quits
But it's time to walk
I'm guilt trip the baggage you had
But as you gather up all possessions
If anything you have left to say
it makes an impact don't bother
So before you your case
Better make sure you're a wallop

So one last time, I'm
Before it fades into black and all over
Behold the final in the saga
Trying to recapture that lightning trapped in a
Twice the that started it all
portrait of an artist tortured
Trapped in his own
Tap thoughts
Blacker and than anything imaginable
goes a wild stab in the dark
As we pick up the last Mathers' off