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 you're right back on it
Reminding me all over again how you fucking just me off
And me so burned, spent a lot of time trying to soul search
I needed to grow up a little first
Looks I hit a growth spurt
But I am coming for
suppose an explanation I'm owed for
The way that you turned back on me
Just I may have needed you most
Oh, you thought it was
You can just the chapter
And go about life, like it was nothing
You ruined mine, but you seem to be fine
I'd recovered but tonight I betcha that whatcha
'Bout to go through's tougher anything I ever have suffered
Can't 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 bitch alive
Hide the shovel and drive off in the sunset"

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

And to think I used to think you was the shit,
To think it was you at one I worshiped, shit
Think you can people and just keep getting away with it?
Not this time, you go and get sewing kit, bitch
Finish this stitch so you can reap what you sow,
Thought some time had and I forget it, forget it!
You left our in shambles
You expect me to get over him? Pretend he never existed
Maybe gone, but not forgotten
And don't think 'cause he's out the pictures so long
That stopped the plottin' and still ain't coming to get ya
You're wrong and that was rotten
And the way you him, same shit you did to me
Have you any idea that I've gone through?
I harbor, all this 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 to than you?
The to my problems
My life is garbage and I'm 'bout to it out on you
Poof, I'm gone

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

It's 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 that die
And hey, here's a to my Mathers LP
to try to get people to buy
How's this for publicity stunt? should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this be officially done
killed by Eminem
Matthew Mitchell, bitch, I even your initials
I initially was gonna bury you to my brother, but fuck it
Since you your city so much
I figured, what the fuck the place you could be buried alive is right here
Two more exits, is quite near
I hope we get stopped, no license I fear
That sirens I hear? Guess 90 on the wasn't the brightest idea
As cops in my driver side mirror
(Help, god police, ah!!)
Hope foxtrot gets an aerial shot of burial
New Stan
Slim, chauvinist pig in this big, Lincoln town car
Well gotta go, at the bridge, haha 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 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 closing in with stroke of a pen
Perfect time to some remorse to show for your sin
No, hopeless, I'm the denial that you're hopelessly in
When they say all of is approaching its end
But you refuse to believe 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 a voice in the back and it hollas
After the track is
I am your of a conscience
I'm the ringing in your
I'm the polyps on the back of tonsils
Eating your vocal chords your concerts
I'm your time almost up that you haven't acknowledged
Grab for some but I'm that pill that's too jagged to swallow
I'm the bullies you hate you became
With faggot you slaughtered
Coming back on you woman you insult there
With the double-standards you have when it comes to your
I represent everything you for granted
'Cause Marshall Mather's the rapper's have a facade and
Matthew and Stan's just symbolic of you not knowing you had until it's gone
'Cause after all the glitz and the no more fans that are calling your name
are off, sad but it happens to all of them,
I'm the to say, "I told you so!"
of all the things that are to follow
I'm the future here to show you what happens tomorrow
If you don't stop after call you
The laughing stock of rap who can't call it quits
But it's to walk away
I'm ever guilt the baggage you had
But as you gather up all possessions
If there's anything you have to say
Unless it makes an impact don't
So you rest your case
Better sure you're packing a wallop

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