Luyện nghe bài hát Wicked Ways

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

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

Guess I got a way with I could get away with murder
heard of Aspergers? It's a rare condition
It's you're 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 is frizzin'
'Cause you got the windows up blaring the system in your Chevrolet

The devil ain't on the level as him
Just someone who rebels in masochism
And imagine him giving him an an a** whooping
So bad should put his a** in prison
I word bully I verbally verbs like he did something to me personally
Used forgetfully so I cut class and 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 screaming I'm proud
To at K-mart and it became art
And I'm fed up and as pissed off as they are
To this day I still get in fights with the broad
At the same Walmart over the same cart
In the middle of the aisle whilin I don't give a f*** I play!
You think you saw basket first?
Yeah backwards motherf***ing Bob and Silent Jay
Illest you could think I would say
Mind's a pile of clay
When's the last you saw a villain with a cape?
With a hole in it
out, whip down

Tied him around my neck down the fire escape of the Empire State
Straight fell straight down to the splattered all over the entire state
And straight to hell got an impaled by the
So Satan his face in an ashtray
But I sacheted around flames with a and I gave him the gas face
And ain't got nothing to do with a scalar
Being gay faggot but by the way
Plus it's darker by the day
I'm a combination of Grey, Tyler the Creator, and Violent Jay

It's a f***ing miracle to be this
Paint my with clown 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 all the s*** you can eat
$11.99 so come on and pile a
I'm throwin' down the gauntlet to see what I can raise
With the rhyme I'm spittin' while I'm on the competition
In the meantime it's mean time

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

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

I've been a a**hole
I see why these people always got my back
I done said so much f***ed up s***, I was born a
But I was put here not by
I had a purpose and that purpose was to a beat purplish
Slaughter tracks, I done put my two and a nickel in this s***
And I'm to get that quarter back
Like Ndamukong the can build
Your can ask me for my autograph
That cougars a MILF, the oldest trick in the book
But I would fall for that
You brought a bat to a rocket launcher fight
I get on the mic I'm a snap
Make you wish the ambulance took me to the hospital
When I overdosed would have caught a

If it you sick to your stomach pass it
Indigestion my suggestions's
If it feels like I'm running away 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 neck
Cry you get puffy eyes red face
But I'm leaving on this jet
You ain't fly, an airhead
I'm sick of pounding a peg in a round hole, sorry another catchphrase
But your baggage ain't gonna fit in my storage over
'Cause you ain't big enough to fit your damaged goods
Other words try to put the heart in a headcase

'Cause baby mentally I ain't I need my meds, I peed my bed
I'm going blind, I don't see my legs, I on falling down
No wonder you can't me, I need my cane
Someone help me I think my face is
If you felt these migrains, see these eat my brain
G-I-A-empty hole in my empty head
If you read my you can see my pain
And you could see why I'd be way
Ever since I was knee high playin' with G.I.
Or the P-I-E hoes that peep my game

'Cause I'm about, a f***in' echo
on a cycle
If I Iko
I'm out of control no
Other mike-o, stab you to the
Nothing but a hole inside skull where you eye close
'Cause I'm gonna sock it to you, dyko, you don't it
Get on your Harley Davidson menstrual and ride it, like a motorbike
I'm gonna blow the mike the whole night so up the f***in' maestro, I'm like nitro
And heigh-ho, hand me my I'm libel to dig my hole deeper
It's off to H-E hockey sticks I go

I'm getting by my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm 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

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

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