Luyện nghe bài hát Wicked Ways

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

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

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

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

Cadillac from a K Car, my a** from a in the ground, still can't tell em apart
Came straight out the trailer park I'm proud
To shop at and it became art
And I'm still fed up and as off as they are
To this day I still get in fights with the same
At the Walmart arguing over the same cart
In the middle of the aisle I don't give a f*** I don't play!
You think you saw this basket
Yeah backwards like motherf***ing Bob and Jay
s*** you could think I would say
Mind's like a pile of
the last time you saw a villain with a cape?
With a gaping in it
out, whip down

Tied him my neck went down the fire escape of the Empire State
Straight fell straight to the ground splattered all over the entire state
And straight to hell got an by the gates
So Satan his face in an ashtray
But I sacheted around flames a match and I gave him the gas face
And ain't got nothing to do with a scalar
Being gay faggot but by the way
Plus it's getting by the day
I'm a of Skylar Grey, Tyler the Creator, and Violent Jay

It's a miracle to be this lyrical
my face with clown make up and a smiley face, I'm insane
Every rhyme I say, a**aults you like an ultra ray
I'm sellin' buffet style all the s*** you can eat
$11.99 so come on and a plate
I'm throwin' the gauntlet to see what hell I can raise
With the rhyme I'm spittin' while I'm s***tin' on the
In the meantime it's always mean

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

I've been a a**hole
I don't see why these always got my back
I done so much f***ed up s***, I was born a mistake
But I was put not by accident
I had a purpose and purpose was to beat a beat purplish
tracks, I done put my two dimes and a nickel in this s***
And I'm coming to get that back
Like Ndamukong the can build
Your can ask me for my autograph
That cougars a MILF, the oldest trick in the book
But I sure would for that
You done brought a bat to a rocket fight
When I get on the mic I'm a
Make you wish the ambulance that me to the hospital
When I would have caught a flat

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

'Cause baby stable I ain't I need my meds, I peed my bed
I'm blind, I don't see my legs, I keep 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
G-I-A-empty hole in my empty head
If you read my you can see my pain
And you could see why I'd be way
Ever since I was knee high with G.I. Joes
Or the P-I-E hoes that peep my game

'Cause I'm about, like a echo
Psycho on a
If I Iko
I'm out of like no
Other mike-o, you to the nightpost
Nothing but a hole inside your skull where you eye
'Cause I'm gonna it to you, dyko, you don't like it
Get on your Davidson menstrual cycle and ride it, like a motorbike
I'm gonna blow the mike the 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 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 taking
I want to dig my way to
I want to dig my way to

Oh please be empty, be empty, please 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 eighteen guys naked and let myself show, let show
But f*** it, from the tucket
too short to not stroke your bone
So everybody,
Circle jerk, my body

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