Luyện nghe bài hát Wicked Ways

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

Guess I got a way with words I could get with murder
Ever of Aspergers? It's a rare condition
It's what you're suffering from when you don't care if its an
Eighty degree day and there's no fricken air
And you can't see, the b****'s is frizzin'
'Cause you got the windows up blaring the system in Chevrolet Prism

The devil ain't on the level as him
Just someone who rebels in straight
And imagine him him an adjective an a** whooping
So bad they put his a** in prison
I word bully I verbally verbs like he did something to me personally
Used forgetfully so I cut class and ditch it now I rap

Cadillac from a K Car, my a** from a hole in the ground, still can't tell em
Came straight out the park screaming I'm proud
To shop at K-mart and it art
And I'm fed up and as pissed off as they are
To this day I still get in fights with the broad
At the same Walmart arguing the same cart
In the middle of the aisle whilin I don't a f*** I don't play!
You think you saw this first?
backwards like motherf***ing Bob and Silent Jay
Illest you could think I would say
like a pile of clay
When's the last time you saw a villain 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 splattered all over the entire state
And straight to hell got an impaled by the
So Satan his face in an ashtray
But I sacheted around flames with a match and I him the gas face
And this ain't got nothing to do a scalar
gay little faggot but by the way
Plus it's getting by the day
I'm a combination of Skylar Grey, Tyler the Creator, and Jay

a f***ing miracle to be this lyrical
Paint my face with make up and a smiley face, I'm insane
Every rhyme I say, you like an ultra violet ray
I'm sellin' hatred buffet all the s*** you can eat
$11.99 so come on and pile a
I'm throwin' the gauntlet to see what hell I can raise
With the I'm spittin' while I'm s***tin' on the competition
In the meantime it's always time

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

I'm by with 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've a career a**hole
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 and that purpose was to beat a beat purplish
Slaughter tracks, I done put my two dimes and a nickel in s***
And I'm to get that quarter back
Ndamukong the drama can build
Your can ask me for my autograph
That cougars a MILF, she's the oldest trick in the
But I would fall for that
You done brought a bat to a rocket launcher
When I get on the mic I'm a
Make you wish the that took me to the hospital
When I overdosed would caught a flat

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

'Cause baby stable mentally I ain't I my meds, I peed my bed
I'm going blind, I don't see my legs, I on falling down
No wonder you can't stand me, I my cane
Someone help me I think my is melting
If you felt these migrains, see these eat my brain
This G-I-A-empty in my empty 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 my game

'Cause I'm about, a f***in' echo
on a cycle
If I Iko
I'm out of like no
Other mike-o, you to the nightpost
Nothing but a hole inside skull where you eye close
'Cause I'm gonna sock it to you, dyko, you like it
Get on your Harley Davidson menstrual cycle and it, like a motorbike
I'm gonna blow the mike the whole so strike 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 double hockey I go

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

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

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 naked and let myself show, let show
But f*** it, suck from the
Life's too short to not your bone
So everybody,
Circle jerk, my body

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