Luyện nghe bài hát Things Get Worse

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

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

Theres no need to say shit you already
The question is how far will this go
How far he take it?
And will he stop?

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

With the soul of a
I leave the than vomit
Like a bullemic with an uneasy stomach
I pass by people on the street they seem like and zombies
than a therapeutic pair of jeans you run in
So can you hear me
Eminem this beat is disgusting
Its probably go on it
Im just honest, I can see the comments
I can see the as we creep up on it
I put that music in your veins a needle junkie
I just do this for the haters, I dont need the money
I diarrhea on track so it plunging
Somebody tell these please release my undies
really understands my language
I find it complicated just to a conversation
But still I got a lot of patience
back watching Earth from my Space station

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

Oh my I put Natasha Bendingfield in a washer
Watch it go from rinse to cycle
Its I got ya hypnotising like I gotcha
I gotcha f-cked
Michael like an apology what
Tell that psycho to stick a Tyco truck and a white tricycle up his
And the seat of bicycle to his nuts
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 this is the most dramatic Ive in a while
This is the closest its come to the Marshall Mathers
I can hear him start to
I dont paint the portrait of the picture perfect Partridge
This aint your orphan Annie, no this is more
Kick down Dakota Fannings front door while the whore is
(He say whore)
Of course he can, man he just saw her then murdered her while he danced around the room and wore her panties

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