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 wicked
I'm loading up and I'm names
I to dig my way to hell
I want to dig my way to

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

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 they should put his a** in
I word bully I abuse 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, can't tell em apart
Came straight out the trailer park I'm proud
To at K-mart and it became art
And I'm still fed up and as off as they are
To this day I still get in with the same broad
At the Walmart arguing over the same cart
In the middle of the aisle whilin I don't give a 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 pile of
When's the time you saw a villain with a cape?
With a hole in it
Whip out, down

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

It's a miracle to be this lyrical
Paint my with clown make up and a smiley face, I'm insane
Every rhyme I say, a**aults you like an violet ray
I'm sellin' hatred buffet style all the you can eat
$11.99 so come on and a plate
I'm throwin' down the gauntlet to see what hell I can
With the rhyme I'm while I'm s***tin' on the competition
In the it's always mean time

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

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

I've a career a**hole
I don't see why people always got my back
I done said so much f***ed up s***, I was born a
But I was put not by accident
I had a purpose and that was to beat a beat purplish
tracks, I done put my two dimes and a nickel in this s***
And I'm to get that quarter back
Like Ndamukong the drama can
mama can ask me for my autograph
That a MILF, she's the oldest trick in the book
But I sure would fall for
You done brought a bat to a rocket launcher
When I get on the mic I'm a
Make you wish the ambulance that took me to the
When I overdosed have caught a flat

If it makes you sick to stomach pass it
my suggestions's Kaopectate
If it feels like I'm away with the game
Its 'cause I am don't spectate
All I got is for days and insults for decades
But I get by my wicked ways, lady you can a dick till your neck aches
Cry till you get puffy eyes red
But I'm leaving on this jet
You ain't fly, an airhead
I'm sick of a square peg in a round hole, sorry another catchphrase
But your baggage ain't fit in my storage over headspace
'Cause you just ain't big to fit your damaged goods
Other words try to put the heart in a headcase

'Cause baby stable mentally I ain't I 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
Someone help me I my face is melting
If you felt these migrains, see these eat my brain
This G-I-A-empty hole in my empty
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 shut the P-I-E hoes peep my game

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

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

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

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