Luyện nghe bài hát Wicked Ways

I'm by with my wicked 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 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 heard of Aspergers? a rare condition
It's what you're suffering from when you don't care if its an
degree day and there's no fricken air conditioning
And you see, the b****'s hair is frizzin'
'Cause you got the windows up blaring the in your Chevrolet Prism

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

Cadillac from a K Car, my a** from a hole in the ground, 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 day I still get in fights with the same broad
At the same arguing over the same cart
In the middle of the aisle whilin I don't a f*** I don't play!
You you saw this basket first?
Yeah backwards like motherf***ing Bob and Jay
Illest s*** you could think I say
Mind's like a of clay
the last time you saw a villain with a cape?
With a hole in it
Whip out, whip

Tied him around my went down the fire escape of the Empire State
Straight straight down to the ground splattered all over the entire state
And straight to hell got an by the gates
So Satan stuck his in an ashtray
But I sacheted around flames with a and I gave him the gas face
And this got nothing to do with a scalar
Being gay faggot but by the way
Plus it's getting by the day
I'm a combination of Grey, Tyler the Creator, and Violent Jay

It's a f***ing miracle to be this
Paint my 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 on and pile a plate
I'm throwin' down the gauntlet to see hell I can raise
With the rhyme I'm spittin' while I'm s***tin' on the
In the meantime always mean time

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

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

I've a career a**hole
I don't see why these people got my back
I done said so 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
Slaughter tracks, I done put my two dimes and a in this s***
And I'm coming to get quarter back
Like Ndamukong the can build
mama can ask me for my autograph
That cougars a MILF, she's the oldest trick in the
But I sure would for that
You done brought a bat to a rocket launcher
I get on the mic I'm a snap
Make you wish the ambulance that took me to the
When I would have caught a flat

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

'Cause baby mentally I ain't I need my meds, I peed my bed
I'm going blind, I see my legs, I keep on falling down
No wonder you can't me, I need my cane
help me I think my face 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 playin' with G.I. Joes
Or shut the P-I-E hoes that my game

I'm about, like a f***in' echo
Psycho on a
If I Iko
I'm out of like no
Other mike-o, stab you to the
Nothing but a hole inside your where you eye close
'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 whole night so 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 wicked
I'm loading up and I'm names
I want to dig my way to
I to dig my way to hell

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

Oh be empty, please 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 blew out
And gay the A.M
And lay with eighteen guys and let myself show, let myself show
But it, suck from the tucket
Life's too to not stroke your bone
So everybody,
jerk, touch my body

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