Luyện nghe bài hát I'm On Everything

All these little young aint got no direction
Shit, these lil kids is on
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 it's
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 f-cking high, high, high,
Menace to society I sorry for your mother
Me and Vicious on
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 'caine
'Cause hold me up when I take 'em
I a cane and pillows
I'm on

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

the key up off the counter till the camp all left the crib
Man, knew that 3 in the morning I'd still be up
Could see up over the steering wheel, crashed the whip, tore a tree up
On my way to the dealer's, tryna
me Brett Favre, spell it F-A-V-R, E, yep
It's wrong, words I just f-cked my RV up
Bitch, it's on again yeah, that Klonopin in half
While I smoke some in the cab with Donovan McNabb
And I dye my hair back blonde again and
I'm the real macaroni you cheesy bitch, I'm demonic with the
There's a devil in my noodle, you angel hair
Flows dreaded like f-cking tangled hair rasta...
...farian, Jamaican, relax, man
I'll send a f-cking axe at you if you on a f-cking accent
Bad and Evil is back with an epidural, c heck ya
'Cause after we prop you up, we her up
So, baby, come put ya feet up in stirrups
Your boyfriend better find f-cking whore to smash the stir up
We rap we're 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 that bitch to get at me, then the bitch attacked me
Kid you not, I'm lit up as f-ck, tablecloth in my pants
Then I'm hearing dishes drop, 'cause I walked away from my dinner schmucks

Then I aimed to the front of the shopping center
Wit' a book and a hundred and ten bucks
And a bunch of change and beater with a mustard stain
crush your brain like I'm crushing pills
What the f-ck's the deal?
This shit's making me feel like I'm 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 sniffin

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

Da 5'9"]
Smoking in my chest

I'm

Da 5'9"]
I'm a

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

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

You could put a turd on the
on the tablecloth to serve us
You don't bring to the table
I mean your grill a Seville when a mark gets murdered
You the envelope, and I'm shovin' that whole post office further
Right off the surface, to the in the darkest and the farthest corner

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

I'm the type that'll take a wit' a whore
Drown her, bang her head on the passenger
When I'm stashin' 'er in the back, her forehead on the dash
And its accidentally blowin', a Benz horn

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