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 radio you're right on it
Reminding me all over again how you fucking just me off
And left me so burned, spent a lot of time trying to soul
Maybe I to grow up a little first
Looks like I hit a spurt
But I am coming for
suppose an explanation I'm owed for
The way you turned your back on me
Just when I may have needed you
Oh, you it was over
You can just close the
And go about life, like it was nothing
You ruined mine, but you to be doing fine
I'd never recovered but tonight I betcha that
to go through's tougher than anything I ever have suffered
Can't think of a better way to define justice
Can I grudges, mind is saying: "let it go, fuck this"
Heart is saying: "I once I bury this bitch alive
Hide the shovel and drive off in the sunset"

I flee the scene like it was my last
You see right
Oh, you had me pegged the time
You see the truth
But it's to justify
bad is good
And I to be the bad guy
I just to be the bad guy

And to think I used to you was the shit, bitch
To think it was you at one time I worshiped,
Think you can hurt people and just keep getting with it?
Not this time, you go and get sewing kit, bitch
Finish stitch so you can reap what you sow, nitwit
Thought some time had past and I forget it, 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 been out the pictures so long
That I've stopped the plottin' and still ain't to get ya
You're wrong and that shit was
And the way you played him, shit you did to me
Have you any that shit I've gone through?
Feelings I harbor, all pain of resentment I hold on to
Not once you called to ask me how I'm
Letters, you respond to 'em
Fuck it, I'm 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 ride
You see right
Oh, you had me the first time
You can't see the
But it's 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 side of the
Like frickin' hours and forty five minutes now
Finally I found new address, park in your drive
Feel like I waiting 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 side of house
See, it's sad it came to this
Such a disappointment I had to make this appointment to and see ya
But ain't here for ya empathy, I need your apology
Or friendship of sympathy, it's revenge that I seek
So I sneak vengefully and treat your bedroom
Like I reach my potential, I peeked
Continue to peep, bent low
Keep tapping the glass lightly then start to
Sneak all the way 'round to the porch
Man, door handles unlocked, be that easy to do this
You don't plan for before hand?
Surprised to see me? Cat got your
Gag, chloroform rag, gag almost of a lung
Like you picked up an axe up and then
Stick to the plan, drag to the back of a trunk
By one of your fans, spectacular, huh?
Now a faggot, you punk?
And here's your Bronco hat, you can have that shit as they suck

It's just me, you and the music now,
I you hear it we are in a car right now
Wait, here comes my lyric
I'm the bad guy who makes fun of people die
And hey, here's a sequel to my LP
Just to try to get to buy
How's this for publicity This should be fun
Last now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem by Eminem
Matthew Mitchell, bitch, I even have your
I was gonna bury you next to my brother, but fuck it
Since you love your city so
I figured, what the fuck the best place you be buried alive is right here
Two more exits, town is quite
I hope we get stopped, no license I fear
That sirens I Guess 90 on the freeway wasn't the brightest idea
As appear in my driver side mirror
(Help, god police, ah!!)
foxtrot gets an aerial shot of your burial
New Stan
Slim, chauvinist pig in this big, Lincoln town car
Well gotta go, almost at the bridge, haha big bro for you
Slim, this is for him and Frank Ocean, 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 nightmare you fell in and woke up still in
I'm your karma closing in each stroke of a pen
Perfect 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, we go all over again

Backs to the wall, I'm stacking up all them odds, toilets
Yeah 'cause I'm talking a lot of shit but I'm it all up
But in my head there's a voice in the back and it
After the track is
I am your lack of a
I'm the in your ears
I'm the polyps on the back of your
your vocal chords after your concerts
I'm your time that's almost up you haven't acknowledged
Grab for some water but I'm that that's too jagged to swallow
I'm the bullies you that you became
With faggot you slaughtered
Coming back on you every you insult there
With the you have when it comes to your daughters
I represent you take for granted
'Cause Marshall Mather's the persona's have a facade and
Matthew and Stan's symbolic of you not knowing what you had until it's gone
'Cause all the glitz and the glam 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 that's here to you what happens tomorrow
If you stop after they call you
The biggest stock of rap who can't call it quits
But it's time to walk
I'm guilt trip the baggage you had
But as you gather up all possessions
If there's you have left to say
Unless it an impact don't bother
So before you rest your
Better sure you're packing a wallop

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