Luyện nghe bài hát Wicked Ways

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

I'm getting by my wicked ways
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 with words I could get away with
Ever heard of Aspergers? It's a rare
It's what you're suffering when you simply don't care if its an
Eighty degree day and there's no fricken air
And you see, the b****'s hair is frizzin'
'Cause you got the windows up blaring the system in Chevrolet Prism

The ain't on the level same as him
Just who rebels in straight masochism
And imagine him him an adjective an a** whooping
So bad they 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
Came straight out the trailer park I'm proud
To shop at K-mart and it art
And I'm still fed up and as off as they are
To this day I still get in fights with the same
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 you saw this basket first?
Yeah backwards motherf***ing Bob and Silent Jay
Illest s*** you could think I say
Mind's like a of clay
When's the last time you saw a with a cape?
a gaping hole in it
Whip out, down

Tied him my neck went down the fire escape of the Empire State
Straight fell straight down to the ground splattered all over the entire
And straight to hell got an impaled by the
So Satan his face in an ashtray
But I sacheted flames with a match and I gave him the gas face
And this ain't got nothing to do with a
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

It's a f***ing miracle to be lyrical
Paint my face with clown make up and a 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 pile a
I'm throwin' down the gauntlet to see hell I can raise
With the rhyme I'm spittin' while I'm on the competition
In the meantime it's always mean

I'm getting by my wicked ways
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 names
I to dig my way to hell
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 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, the oldest trick in the book
But I sure would fall for
You done brought a bat to a rocket fight
I get on the mic I'm a snap
Make you wish the that took me to the hospital
I overdosed would have caught a flat

If it makes you sick to your stomach it
my suggestions's Kaopectate
If it feels like I'm running away with the
Its 'cause I am don't spectate
All I got is dick for 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 red face
But I'm on this jet plane
You fly, you're an airhead
I'm sick of pounding a square peg in a hole, sorry another catchphrase
But baggage ain't gonna fit in my storage over headspace
'Cause you ain't big enough to fit your damaged goods
Other words don't try to put the 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 keep on falling
No wonder you can't stand me, I need my
Someone me I think my face is melting
If you these migrains, see these maggots eat my brain
This G-I-A-empty hole in my head
If you read my you can see my pain
And you see why I'd be this way
Ever since I was knee high with G.I. Joes
Or shut the P-I-E hoes that peep my

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

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

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, from the tucket
Life's too short to not stroke your
So everybody,
jerk, touch my body

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