Luyện nghe bài hát Wicked Ways

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

I got a way with words I could get away with murder
Ever heard of It's a rare condition
It's you're suffering from when you simply don't care if its an
Eighty degree day and there's no air conditioning
And you see, the b****'s hair is frizzin'
you got the windows up blaring the system in your Chevrolet Prism

The devil on the level same as him
someone who rebels in straight masochism
And imagine him him an adjective an a** whooping
So bad should put his a** in prison
I word I verbally abuse verbs like he did something to me personally
forgetfully so I cut class and ditch it now I fully rap

Cadillac a K Car, my a** from a hole in the ground, still can't tell em apart
Came straight out the trailer park screaming I'm
To at K-mart and it became art
And I'm still fed up and as off as they are
To this day I get in fights with the same broad
At the same Walmart arguing over the same
In the middle of the aisle I don't give a f*** I don't play!
You think you saw this first?
backwards like 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 villain with a
With a gaping in it
Whip out, down

Tied him around my neck went down the fire of the Empire State
Straight fell straight down to the ground splattered all over the entire
And straight to hell got an by the gates
So Satan stuck his face in an
But I sacheted around flames with a 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 of Skylar Grey, Tyler the Creator, and Violent Jay

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

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

I've been a career
I don't see why people always got my back
I said so much f***ed 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 dimes and a nickel in s***
And I'm coming to get that back
Like Ndamukong the drama can
Your mama can ask me for my
That a MILF, she's the oldest trick in the book
But I sure would fall for
You done brought a bat to a launcher fight
I get on the mic I'm a snap
Make you wish the ambulance took me to the hospital
When I overdosed would have a flat

If it makes you sick to your stomach it
Indigestion my Kaopectate
If it feels I'm running away with the game
Its I am don't speculate spectate
All I got is dick for days and for decades
But I get by my wicked ways, you can suck a dick till your neck aches
Cry you get puffy eyes red face
But I'm on this jet plane
You fly, you're an airhead
I'm sick of pounding a peg in a round hole, sorry another catchphrase
But baggage ain't gonna fit in my storage over headspace
'Cause you just big enough to fit your damaged goods
Other don't try to put the heart in a headcase

'Cause baby mentally I ain't I need my meds, I peed my bed
I'm going blind, I see my legs, I keep on falling down
No you can't stand me, I need my cane
Someone me I think my face is melting
If you felt these migrains, see these maggots eat my
This G-I-A-empty hole in my head
If you my mind you can see my pain
And you could see why I'd be way
Ever since I was high playin' with G.I. Joes
Or shut the hoes that peep my game

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

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

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

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

Who is that? Where are you going? Mm back
Why does always leave me?
Hello? you then
it out your a**