Luyện nghe bài hát Wicked Ways

I'm getting by my wicked 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 ways
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 of Aspergers? It's a rare condition
It's what you're suffering from when you simply don't if its an
degree 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 Chevrolet

The devil ain't on the level as him
someone who rebels in straight masochism
And imagine him giving him an an a** whooping
So bad they put his a** in prison
I bully I verbally abuse verbs like he did something to me personally
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 trailer park screaming I'm
To shop at K-mart and it art
And I'm still fed up and as pissed off as are
To day I still get in fights with the same broad
At the same Walmart arguing over the cart
In the of the aisle whilin I don't give a f*** I don't play!
You think you saw this basket
backwards like motherf***ing Bob and Silent Jay
Illest s*** you could I would say
Mind's like a of clay
When's the last time you saw a villain with a
With a gaping in it
Whip out, down

Tied him around my neck went down the 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 with a match and I him the gas face
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 Skylar Grey, Tyler the Creator, and Jay

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

I'm by with 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

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

If it makes you to your stomach pass it
my suggestions's Kaopectate
If it feels like I'm running with the game
Its 'cause I am don't speculate
All I got is for days and insults for decades
But I get by my wicked ways, lady you can suck a dick till your aches
Cry you get puffy eyes red face
But I'm leaving on this jet
You ain't fly, 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 over headspace
'Cause you just ain't big enough to fit your goods
words don't try to put the heart in a headcase

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

'Cause I'm about, like a echo
on a cycle
If I Iko
I'm out of control no
Other mike-o, stab you to the
Nothing but a inside your skull where you eye close
'Cause I'm gonna sock it to you, dyko, you like it
Get on your Harley Davidson menstrual and ride it, like a motorbike
I'm gonna blow the mike the whole so strike up the f***in' maestro, I'm like nitro
And heigh-ho, me my shovel I'm libel to dig my hole deeper
off to H-E double hockey 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 want to dig my way to

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

Oh please be empty, be empty, please be empty
you, God
S***.
It's a
I'm gonna rock this blouse and put a c*** in mouth and get my balls 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 short to not stroke your
So everybody,
Circle jerk, touch my

Who is that? Where are you Mm come back
Why does always leave me?
Hello? you then
it out your a**