Luyện nghe bài hát Things Get Worse

Theres no to say shit you already know
The question is just how far will go
How far he take it?
And will he stop?
Shady man I done told you homie to easy up
But you just wont listen ya, nah I guess not
You just cant can ya, man I stand ya
Youre rotten, what you for us?
Man are you gonna let up
I guess are gonna get much worse fore they get better

Holy toledo its Jolie amigo
She told me yo Shady hand your penis to me Ill deep throat
And Brad if you try to stand between us then gonna see bro
Who was a I dont mean to damage your ego
You faggots wanna rassle I shove a f-cking jar of vaseline up inside asshole
And rope it shut with a
Couple of lexapro broken up wit the capsule or paxil
Just incase I aint dope enough wit the though
Coke is cut tobacco
Smoke it up go wacko
This is what happens when you mix a cocunut tabasco
let go, the hoe has been choked up enough
Let her ass go
Not Jessica Simpson lets go of the tuna casserole
I used to love her hooters now Carmen Elektra
Strap an extension cord to her arm and her
Im off my f-cking meds but Im on an electric
I might scoot by and shoot my mum in the neck with rugers
Spit in Jasons face while I on Freddy Krugar
They cant get Jeffrey Dahmer to pet the cougar
Now Im get the rectal thermometer, get the lubra-
cation and get the patient some Darvocet to cuz

no need to say shit you already know
The is just how far will this go
How far will he it?
And when will he

B.o.B I done told you once homie to easy up,
Theres no need to say shit you know
The question is just how far will go
Cause I will lay down?
And I never let up?
(I things are gonna get much worse fore they get better)

the soul of a Sharman
I the beat than vomit
Like a bullemic with an uneasy stomach
I pass by people on the street they seem like sheep and
Stiffer than a therapeutic pair of you run in
So can you me coming
Eminem this is absolutely disgusting
Its probably go on it
Im being honest, I can see the comments
I can see the as we creep up on it
I put that music in your like a needle junkie
Shit I just do this for the haters, I need the money
I diarrhea on track so it plunging
Somebody tell these girls please release my
Nobody really understands my
I find it complicated to hold a conversation
But still I got a lot of patience
Sittin back watching Earth from my station

Theres no need to say shit you know
The question is how far will this go
How far he take it?
And will he stop?
Shady man I done you once homie to easy up
But you just wont listen will ya, nah I not
You just cant can ya, man I cant ya
rotten, what you plottin for us?
Man are you gonna let up
I guess things are gonna get much worse fore get better

Oh my gosh I put Natasha in a washer
Watch it go from rinse to cycle
Its I got ya hypnotising like I gotcha
I gotcha pychologically
Michael would like an what
Tell that psycho to a Tyco truck and a white tricycle up his butt
And glue the seat of bicycle to his
Im as cold as a muthaf-cking on my nut
I aint nice, man I like to pull knives and I like to cut
The poster for post tramatic stress
I guess is the most dramatic Ive been in a while
This is the that its come to the Marshall Mathers
I can hear him start to
I dont the portrait of the picture perfect Partridge family
This aint your Annie, no this is more uncanny
Kick down Dakota front door while the whore is tanning
(He say whore)
Of course he can, man he just saw her fanny then murdered her while he danced around the and wore her panties

Theres no need to say shit you know
The question is how far will this go
How far he take it?
And when he stop?
Shady man I told you once homie to easy up
But you wont listen will ya, nah I guess not
You cant can ya, man I cant stand ya
rotten, what you plottin for us?
Man are you gonna let up
I guess things are get much worse fore they get better