Luyện nghe bài hát I'm On Everything

All these little young aint got no direction
Shit, these lil is on everything
Syrup. Painkillers. Cigarette. Weed. Hennessy. Vodka. ha

I'm on (x5)

Syrup. Painkillers. Cigarette. Weed. Hennessy. Vodka. ha

I'm on (x5)

Da 5'9"]
I'm on painkillers, cigarette, weed
Sober interest me
I'm on
Bout to sip the liquor like caine
Thats how I am

I take to ease the pain
I aint in pain
No, we, ain't the same, we
I'm on

'Cept when I it, gout
Me up, ha, alf
Cash everything, acid tab, hash, 'rooms
I done woke up a f-cking tiger in my bathroom
I am high, high, high, high
Menace to society I feel for your mother
Me and on 'shrooms
us the Mario brothers
Back down, we back down
Never out
Can't put my down

Syrup, Painkillers, Cigarette, Weed, Hennessy, Vodka,
I'm on (x5)

Painkillers, I call 'em pillars
'Cause they'll hold me up I take 'em
I need a and pillows
I'm on

Sick I kick it, barf
Me up, fart
I crush ya brain like a pill crusher, lets a pill yeah
F-ck, I think I just my last Tylenol 3 up

Grab the key up off the counter the camp all left the crib
Man, whoda that 3 in the morning I'd still be up
Could barely see up over the steering wheel, crashed the whip, a tree up
On my way to the dealer's, re-up
me Brett Favre, spell it F-A-V-R, E, yep
It's wrong, other words I f-cked my RV up
Bitch, it's on yeah, break that Klonopin in half
While I some chronic in the cab with Donovan McNabb
And I dye my hair back blonde and laugh
I'm the real macaroni you cheesy bitch, I'm with the craft
a devil in my noodle, you angel hair pasta
Flows dreaded like some f-cking hair rasta...
...farian, Jamaican, relax, man
send a f-cking axe at you if you insist on a f-cking accent
Bad and Evil is back with an epidural, c heck ya
after we prop you up, we propping her up
So, baby, come put ya feet up in these
Your boyfriend better find another f-cking to smash the stir up
We rap like on

Syrup, Painkillers, Cigarette, Weed, Hennessy, Vodka,
I'm on (x5)

Syrup, Painkillers, Cigarette, Weed, Hennessy, Vodka,
I'm on (x5)

Da 5'9"]
I'm on painkillers, cigarette, speed
Uh, classic!
It's Eminem and him again, my sentiments
I told that bitch to get at me, then the bitch me
Kid you not, I'm lit up as f-ck, tablecloth in my pants
Then I'm hearing dishes drop, 'cause I walked from my dinner with schmucks

Then I aimed to the front of the shopping center
Wit' a coupon book and a and ten bucks
And a bunch of and wife beater with a mustard stain
I'll crush brain like I'm crushing pills
What the f-ck's the deal?
This shit's making me like I'm tryna do a muthf-ckin cartwheel up a hill

Da 5'9"]
How many bars, how tabs?
A-c-i-d, y-e-s, 'cause I'm NYES

F-u-c-ked up, and it's

Da 5'9"]
Smoking Henny in my

I'm

Da 5'9"]
I'm a

Put CD in and you'll see
The sequel to Movie, bad is to evil, the roofie to Roethlisberger

Da 5'9"]
You are wind up six feet deep
Under that shits so I hope that you want preservers

You could put a on the plate
Silverware on the tablecloth to us
You don't shit to the table
I mean your grill like a Seville when a mark murdered
You pushing the envelope, and I'm shovin' that whole office further
Right off the surface, to the serpents in the darkest and the corner

Da 5'9"]
How bars, how many bars
Maui, wowee, diesel, how many jars,
To all my I'll be the Mars, mommy come on
She can wrap my nutsack 'round the back of her neck in a bathroom stall
And she can just puke from sipping this from my 24-inch catheter cord

I'm the type that'll a bath wit' a whore
her, bang her head on the passenger door
When I'm stashin' 'er in the back, smackin' her on the dash
And its blowin', a Benz jeep horn

My friends be knowin' when I'm on a binge, I'm stingy
Even I'm ten deep in a room with the MG and and wit' Lindsay Lohan and she on...