Luyện nghe bài hát I'm On Everything

All these young kids aint got no direction
Shit, these lil is on everything
Syrup. Painkillers. Cigarette. Weed. Hennessy. Vodka. ha

I'm on (x5)

Syrup. Painkillers. Cigarette. Weed. Hennessy. Vodka. ha

I'm on (x5)

Da 5'9"]
I'm on painkillers, cigarette, weed
Sober don't me
I'm on
Bout to sip the liquor it's caine
how high I am

I take painkillers to ease the
Though I aint in
No, we, the same, we drunk
I'm on

'Cept I kick it, gout
Me up, ha, alf
rules everything, acid tab, hash, 'rooms
I done woke up with a f-cking tiger in my
I am f-cking high, high, high,
to society I feel sorry for your mother
Me and Vicious on
Call us the Mario
Back down, we never down
laid out
Can't put my down

Syrup, Painkillers, Cigarette, Weed, Hennessy, Vodka,
I'm on (x5)

Painkillers, I call 'em pillars
'Cause they'll hold me up I take 'em
I need a and pillows
I'm on

when I kick it, barf
Me sobering up,
I crush ya like a pill crusher, lets crush a pill yeah
F-ck, I think I crushed my last Tylenol 3 up

Grab the key up off the till the camp all left the crib
Man, whoda knew that 3 in the I'd still be up
Could barely see up over the steering wheel, crashed the whip, a tree up
On my way to the dealer's, re-up
me Brett Favre, spell it F-A-V-R, E, yep
It's wrong, words I just f-cked my RV up
Bitch, it's on again yeah, break that in half
While I smoke some chronic in the cab with McNabb
And I dye my hair back blonde and laugh
I'm the real you cheesy bitch, I'm demonic with the craft
a devil in my noodle, you angel hair pasta
Flows like some f-cking tangled hair rasta...
...farian, Jamaican, relax, man
send a f-cking axe at you if you insist on a f-cking accent
Bad and Evil is back with an epidural, c ya girl
'Cause after we you up, we propping her up
So, baby, come put ya feet up in these
Your boyfriend better find another f-cking whore to smash the up
We rap like on

Syrup, Painkillers, Cigarette, Weed, Hennessy, Vodka,
I'm on (x5)

Syrup, Painkillers, Cigarette, Weed, Hennessy, Vodka,
I'm on (x5)

Da 5'9"]
I'm on painkillers, cigarette, speed
Uh, classic!
Eminem and him again, my sentiments exactly
I that bitch to get at me, then the bitch attacked me
Kid you not, I'm lit up as f-ck, tablecloth in my pants
Then I'm dishes drop, 'cause I walked away from my dinner with schmucks

Then I aimed to the front of the K-Mart center
Wit' a coupon book and a hundred and ten
And a bunch of and wife beater with a mustard stain
I'll crush your brain like I'm pills
the f-ck's the muthf-cking deal?
This shit's me feel like I'm tryna do a muthf-ckin cartwheel up a hill

Da 5'9"]
How bars, how many tabs?
A-c-i-d, y-e-s, 'cause I'm sniffin

F-u-c-ked up, and obvious

Da 5'9"]
Smoking Henny in my

I'm

Da 5'9"]
I'm a

Put this CD in and see
The sequel to Movie, bad is to evil, the roofie to Roethlisberger

Da 5'9"]
You are gonna wind up six feet
Under shits creek so I hope that you want preservers

You could put a turd on the
on the tablecloth to serve us
You don't shit to the table
I mean your grill like a Seville when a gets murdered
You the envelope, and I'm shovin' that whole post office further
Right off the surface, to the serpents in the and the farthest corner

Da 5'9"]
How bars, how many bars
Maui, wowee, diesel, how many jars,
To all my people I'll be the Mars, come on
She can actually wrap my nutsack 'round the of her neck in a bathroom stall
And she can just puke from sipping this piss from my catheter cord

I'm the type take a bath wit' a whore
Drown her, bang her head on the passenger
When I'm stashin' 'er in the back, smackin' her forehead on the
And its accidentally blowin', a Benz horn

My friends be knowin' when I'm on a binge, I'm stingy
Even when I'm ten deep in a room with the MG and and wit' Lohan and she on...