Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Guy

It's like I'm in the dirt, up old hurt
Tried everything to get my mind off you, it work
All it takes is one song on the radio you're back on it
me all over again how you fucking just brushed me off
And left me so burned, spent a lot of time trying to soul
Maybe I to grow up a little first
like I hit a growth spurt
But I am coming for
Don't an explanation I'm owed for
The way that you turned your on me
Just when I may needed you most
Oh, you thought it was
You can close the chapter
And go about your life, like it was
You ruined mine, but you seem to be fine
I'd never but tonight I betcha that whatcha
'Bout to go through's tougher than anything I ever have
think of a better way to define poetic justice
Can I hold grudges, mind is "let it go, fuck this"
Heart is saying: "I will once I bury this 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 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 just to be the bad guy

And to think I to think you was the shit, bitch
To it was you at one time I worshiped, shit
Think you can hurt people and just keep getting with it?
Not this time, you go and get sewing kit, bitch
Finish this stitch so you can reap you sow, nitwit
Thought some had past and I forget it, forget it!
You left our family in
You expect me to just get over him? he never existed
Maybe gone, but not forgotten
And think 'cause he's been out the pictures so long
That I've stopped the plottin' and still ain't to get ya
You're wrong and shit was rotten
And the way you played him, shit you did to me
Have you any idea that I've gone through?
Feelings I harbor, all this of resentment I hold on to
Not you called to ask me how I'm doing
Letters, you don't to 'em
it, I'm coming to see you
And gee who better to talk to than
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 it was my last ride
You see right
Oh, you had me the first time
You see the truth
But easier to justify
bad is good
And I to be the bad guy
I hate to be the bad guy
to be the bad guy

I've been driving your side of the town
nine frickin' hours and forty five minutes now
Finally I found your new address, in your drive
Feel like I been waiting on this all of my life
And it's now arrived, and my mouth is full of
My knife is out and I'm ducking on the side of house
See, sad it came to this point
Such a disappointment I had to this appointment to come and see ya
But ain't here for ya empathy, I need your apology
Or your of sympathy, it's revenge that I seek
So I sneak vengefully and your bedroom window
Like I reach my potential, I peeked
Continue to peep, still low
Keep tapping the glass lightly then to crescendo
Sneak all the way to the back porch
Man, handles unlocked, shouldn't be that easy to do this
You plan for intruders before hand?
to see me? Cat got your tongue?
Gag, rag, gag almost hack of a lung
Like you picked up an axe up and swung
Stick to the plan, drag to the back of a trunk
By one of fans, irony spectacular, huh?
Now who's a faggot, you
And here's your hat, you can have that shit back as they suck

It's just me, you and the now, Slim
I hope you it we are in a car right now
Wait, comes my favorite lyric
I'm the bad guy who makes fun of people die
And hey, a sequel to my Mathers LP
Just to try to get to buy
How's this for publicity stunt? should be fun
Last album now after this you'll be officially done
Eminem by Eminem
Matthew Mitchell, bitch, I even have your
I initially was bury you next to my brother, but fuck it
you love your city so much
I figured, what the fuck the best place you could be buried alive is here
Two exits, town is quite near
I hope we don't get stopped, no license I
That sirens I hear? Guess 90 on the freeway wasn't the brightest
As appear in my driver side mirror
(Help, god police, ah!!)
Hope foxtrot gets an aerial of your burial
New Stan
Slim, chauvinist pig drove in this big, town car
gotta go, almost at the bridge, haha big bro it's for you
Slim, this is for him and Frank Ocean, you can swim good!
Now say you homos again!

I also represent anyone normally seen on the end of these jokes of a
I'm the nightmare you fell asleep in and 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, it's hopeless, I'm the denial you're hopelessly in
When say all of this is approaching its end
But you refuse to that it's over, here we go all over again

to the wall, I'm stacking up all them odds, toilets clogged
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 lack of a conscience
I'm the ringing in ears
I'm the polyps on the back of your
Eating your vocal chords after your
I'm your that's almost up that you haven't acknowledged
for some water but I'm that pill that's too jagged to swallow
I'm the you hate that you became
With faggot you slaughtered
back on you every woman you insult there
With the double-standards you have when it comes to your
I represent everything you for granted
Marshall Mather's the rapper's persona's have a facade and
Matthew and Stan's just symbolic of you not knowing what you had until it's
'Cause after all the glitz and the glam no more fans that are calling your
Cameras are off, sad but it to all of them,
I'm the hindsight to say, "I you so!"
Foreshadows of all the things are to follow
I'm the future here to show you what happens tomorrow
If you don't after they call you
The biggest laughing stock of rap who call it quits
But time to walk away
I'm ever trip the baggage you had
But as you gather up all your
If there's anything you have to say
Unless it makes an impact bother
So before you your case
Better make sure packing a wallop

So one time, I'm back
Before it fades into and it's all over
Behold the final chapter in the
Trying to recapture that lightning trapped in a
the magic that started it all
Tragic portrait of an tortured
in his own drawings
Tap thoughts
Blacker and darker anything imaginable
goes a wild stab in the dark
As we pick up the last Mathers' off