Luyện nghe bài hát Wicked Ways

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

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

The devil ain't on the level as him
Just someone who rebels in straight
And imagine him giving him an an a** whooping
So bad they should put his a** in
I word bully I verbally abuse like he did something to me personally
Used forgetfully so I cut and ditch it now I fully rap

Cadillac a K Car, my a** from a hole in the ground, still can't tell em apart
Came out the trailer park screaming I'm proud
To shop at K-mart and it art
And I'm still fed up and as off as they are
To this day I still get in with the same broad
At the same Walmart arguing over the cart
In the middle of the aisle I don't give a f*** I don't play!
You think you saw basket first?
Yeah backwards like motherf***ing Bob and Jay
Illest you could think I would say
Mind's like a pile of
When's the last time you saw a with a cape?
a gaping hole in it
Whip out, whip

Tied him my neck went down the fire escape of the Empire State
Straight fell straight 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 and I gave him the gas face
And this ain't got to do with 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 miracle to be this lyrical
Paint my face with make up and a smiley face, I'm insane
Every rhyme I say, a**aults you an ultra violet ray
I'm sellin' hatred buffet style all the 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 it's always mean time

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

I've a career a**hole
I don't see why these people always got my
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 purpose was to beat a beat
Slaughter tracks, I done put my two dimes and a 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 done brought a bat to a rocket fight
When I get on the mic I'm a
Make you wish the ambulance that me to the hospital
When I overdosed would have a flat

If it makes you sick to your stomach it
Indigestion my Kaopectate
If it like I'm running away with the game
Its 'cause I am speculate spectate
All I got is dick for days and insults for
But I get by my wicked ways, lady you can a dick till your neck aches
Cry till you get puffy red face
But I'm leaving on this jet
You fly, you're an airhead
I'm sick of a square peg in a round hole, sorry another catchphrase
But your baggage ain't gonna fit in my storage headspace
'Cause you ain't big enough to fit your damaged goods
Other don't try to put the heart in a headcase

'Cause stable mentally I ain't I need my meds, I peed my bed
I'm going blind, I don't see my legs, I keep on falling
No you can't stand me, I need my cane
Someone me I think my face is melting
If you felt these migrains, see these eat my brain
This G-I-A-empty hole in my empty
If you read my mind you can see my
And you see why I'd be this way
Ever since I was knee playin' with G.I. Joes
Or shut the P-I-E hoes that my game

'Cause I'm about, a f***in' echo
Psycho on a
If I Iko
I'm out of control no
Other mike-o, you to the nightpost
but a hole inside your skull where you eye close
'Cause I'm sock 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 mike the whole night so strike up the f***in' maestro, I'm like
And heigh-ho, hand me my I'm libel to dig my hole deeper
off to H-E double hockey sticks I go

I'm getting by 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 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 please be empty, please be empty, please be
you, God
S***.
It's a
I'm gonna rock this blouse and put a c*** in and get my balls blew out
And gay the A.M
And lay with eighteen guys naked and let show, let myself show
But f*** it, suck the tucket
too short to not stroke your bone
So everybody,
Circle jerk, my body

Who is Where are you going? Mm come back
Why does always leave me?
F*** you then
Blow it out a**