Luyện nghe bài hát Things Get Worse

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

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

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

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

With the of a Sharman
I leave the beat than
Like a woman with an uneasy stomach
I by people on the street they seem like sheep and zombies
Stiffer than a therapeutic of jeans you run in
So can you me coming
Eminem this beat is disgusting
Its go diseases on it
Im being honest, I can see the comments
I can see the as we creep up on it
I put that music in veins like a needle junkie
Shit I just do this for the haters, I dont need the
I on track so it needs plunging
tell these girls please release my undies
Nobody understands my language
I find it complicated just to a conversation
But still I got a lot of patience
Sittin back watching from my Space station

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

Oh my gosh I put Natasha in a washer
it go from rinse to spin cycle
Its like I got ya hypnotising I gotcha
I gotcha pychologically
Michael would like an what
Tell psycho to stick a Tyco truck and a white tricycle up his butt
And glue the seat of to his nuts
Im as as a muthaf-cking icicle on my nut
I aint nuttin nice, man I like to pull and I like to cut
The poster addict for tramatic stress
I guess this is the dramatic Ive been in a while
This is the that 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 Annie, no this is more uncanny
down Dakota Fannings front door while the whore is tanning
(He say whore)
Of course he can, man he just saw her fanny then her while he danced around the room and wore her panties

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 wont listen ya, nah I guess not
You cant can ya, man I cant stand ya
Youre rotten, what you for us?
Man are you gonna let up
I things are gonna get much worse fore they get better