Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Guy

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

I flee the scene it was my last ride
You see through
Oh, you had me the first time
You see the truth
But it's easier to
What's bad is
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 it was you at one time I worshiped, shit
you can hurt people and just keep getting away with it?
Not this time, you go and get sewing kit, bitch
this stitch so you can reap what you sow, nitwit
Thought time had past and I forget it, forget it!
You our family in shambles
You me to just get over him? Pretend he never existed
gone, but he's not forgotten
And don't think 'cause he's out the pictures so long
That I've stopped the plottin' and still coming to get ya
You're wrong and that was rotten
And the way you him, same shit you did to me
you any idea that shit I've gone through?
Feelings I harbor, all this of resentment I hold on to
Not once you called to ask me how I'm
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 is garbage and I'm 'bout to take it out on you
Poof, I'm gone

I the scene like it was my last ride
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 hate to be the bad guy
to be the bad guy

I've been driving around your of the town
nine frickin' hours and forty five minutes now
Finally I found your new address, in your drive
Feel like I been waiting on this moment all of my
And it's now arrived, and my mouth is full of
My is out and I'm ducking on the side of your house
See, sad it came to this point
Such a disappointment I had to this appointment to come and see ya
But ain't for ya empathy, I don't need your apology
Or your friendship of sympathy, revenge that I seek
So I sneak vengefully and your bedroom window
Like I reach my full potential, I
Continue to peep, still low
Keep tapping the glass then start to crescendo
Sneak all the way to the back porch
Man, door handles unlocked, shouldn't be easy to do this
You don't plan for before hand?
Surprised to see me? Cat got your
Gag, chloroform rag, gag hack of a lung
you picked up an axe up and then swung
Stick to the plan, drag to the back of a trunk
By one of your fans, spectacular, huh?
Now a faggot, you punk?
And your Bronco hat, you can have that shit back as they suck

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

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

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
After the track is
I am your lack of a
I'm the ringing in your
I'm the on the back of your tonsils
Eating your vocal chords your concerts
I'm your time that's almost up that you acknowledged
Grab for some water but I'm pill that's too jagged to swallow
I'm the bullies you hate you became
every faggot you slaughtered
Coming back on you every you insult there
With the double-standards you have it comes to your daughters
I represent everything you for granted
'Cause Marshall the rapper's persona's have a facade and
Matthew and Stan's just of you not knowing what you had until it's gone
'Cause after all the glitz and the glam no more fans that are calling your
Cameras are off, sad but it to all of them,
I'm the to say, "I told you so!"
Foreshadows of all the that are to follow
I'm the future that's here to show you what happens
If you don't stop they call you
The biggest laughing stock of rap who can't call it
But it's time to away
I'm ever trip the baggage you had
But as you gather up all possessions
If there's you have left to say
Unless it makes an impact bother
So before you rest your
Better make you're packing a wallop

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