Luyện nghe bài hát Wicked Ways

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

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

Guess I got a way with words I get away with murder
Ever heard of Aspergers? a rare condition
It's what you're suffering when you simply don't care if its an
degree day and there's no fricken air conditioning
And you can't see, the b****'s is frizzin'
'Cause you got the windows up the system in your Chevrolet Prism

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

Tied him around my neck went down the fire of the Empire State
Straight fell straight down to the ground splattered all the entire state
And straight to got an impaled by the gates
So Satan stuck his face in an
But I sacheted around flames a match and I gave him the gas face
And this ain't got to do with a scalar
gay little faggot but by the way
Plus getting darker by the day
I'm a combination of Grey, Tyler the Creator, and Violent Jay

a f***ing miracle to be this lyrical
Paint my face with clown up and a smiley face, I'm insane
Every rhyme I say, a**aults you an ultra violet ray
I'm sellin' buffet style all the s*** you can eat
$11.99 so come on and a plate
I'm down 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 getting by my wicked ways
I'm up and I'm taking names
I to dig my way to hell
I to dig my way to hell

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

I've been a a**hole
I don't see why these people always got my
I done so much f***ed up s***, I was born a mistake
But I was put not by accident
I had a purpose and that purpose was to beat a 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, she's the trick in the book
But I sure would for that
You done brought a bat to a rocket fight
I get on the mic I'm a snap
Make you wish the ambulance that took me to the
When I overdosed would have caught a

If it makes you sick to your stomach it
Indigestion my suggestions's
If it like I'm running away with the game
Its 'cause I am speculate spectate
All I got is dick for and insults for decades
But I get by my wicked ways, lady you can suck a dick till neck aches
Cry till you get puffy eyes red
But I'm on this jet plane
You fly, you're an airhead
I'm sick of pounding a square peg in a round hole, 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 I ain't I need my meds, I peed my bed
I'm blind, I don't see my legs, I keep on falling down
No wonder you can't stand me, I need my
help me I think my face is melting
If you these migrains, see these maggots eat my brain
G-I-A-empty hole in my empty head
If you read my you can see my pain
And you see why I'd be this way
Ever since I was knee playin' with G.I. Joes
Or the P-I-E hoes that peep my game

'Cause I'm about, like a echo
Psycho on a
If I Iko
I'm out of like no
Other mike-o, you to the nightpost
Nothing but a hole inside your where you eye close
'Cause I'm sock it to you, dyko, you don't like it
Get on your Harley menstrual cycle 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, hand me my shovel I'm to dig my hole deeper
It's off to H-E hockey sticks I go

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

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

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