Luyện nghe bài hát Wicked Ways

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

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

I got a way with words I could get away with murder
Ever heard of It's a rare condition
what you're suffering from when you simply don't care if its an
Eighty degree day and there's no air conditioning
And you see, the b****'s hair is frizzin'
'Cause you got the up blaring the system in your Chevrolet Prism

The devil on the level same as him
Just someone who in straight masochism
And him giving him an adjective an a** whooping
So bad they should put his a** in
I word bully I verbally abuse verbs like he did something to me
Used forgetfully so I cut and ditch it now I fully rap

Cadillac from a K Car, my a** from a hole in the ground, still tell em apart
Came straight out the park screaming I'm proud
To at K-mart and it became art
And I'm still fed up and as pissed off as are
To this day I still get in with the same broad
At the same Walmart over the same cart
In the of the aisle whilin I don't give a f*** I don't play!
You think you saw basket first?
Yeah like motherf***ing Bob and Silent Jay
Illest s*** you think I would say
like a pile of clay
When's the last time you saw a with a cape?
With a hole in it
Whip out, whip

Tied him around my neck went down the fire escape of the State
Straight straight down to the ground splattered all over the entire state
And straight to got an impaled 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 this ain't got nothing to do with a
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

a f***ing miracle to be this lyrical
Paint my face with clown up and a smiley face, I'm insane
Every rhyme I say, a**aults you an ultra violet ray
I'm sellin' hatred buffet style all the you can eat
$11.99 so on and pile a plate
I'm throwin' the gauntlet to see what hell I can raise
the rhyme I'm spittin' while I'm s***tin' on the competition
In the it's always mean time

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

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 been a a**hole
I see why these people always got my back
I done said so much f***ed up s***, I was born a
But I was put not by accident
I had a and that purpose was to beat a beat purplish
Slaughter tracks, I done put my two dimes and a nickel in this
And I'm coming to get quarter back
Like Ndamukong the drama can
Your mama can ask me for my
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
When I get on the mic I'm a
Make you wish the ambulance took me to the hospital
When I overdosed have caught a flat

If it makes you sick to your pass it
Indigestion my Kaopectate
If it like I'm running away 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 your neck
Cry till you get puffy eyes red
But I'm leaving on jet plane
You fly, you're an airhead
I'm of pounding a square peg in a round hole, sorry another catchphrase
But your baggage ain't gonna fit in my storage over
you just ain't big enough to fit your damaged goods
Other words try to put the heart in a headcase

'Cause baby stable mentally I ain't I need my meds, I my bed
I'm going blind, I don't see my legs, I keep on down
No wonder you can't stand me, I 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 could see why I'd be way
Ever I was knee high playin' with G.I. Joes
Or shut the P-I-E hoes that peep my

'Cause I'm about, like a f***in'
on a cycle
If I Iko
I'm out of like no
Other mike-o, you to the nightpost
but a hole inside your skull where you eye close
'Cause I'm gonna sock it to you, dyko, you don't it
Get on your Harley Davidson menstrual cycle and it, like a motorbike
I'm gonna blow the mike the whole night so strike up the maestro, I'm like nitro
And heigh-ho, hand me my shovel I'm libel to dig my hole
It's off to H-E double hockey I go

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

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

Oh please be empty, please be empty, please be
you, God
S***.
It's a
I'm gonna rock this and put a c*** in mouth and get my balls blew out
And gay the A.M
And lay with eighteen naked and let myself show, let myself show
But f*** it, suck the tucket
Life's too short to not your bone
So everybody,
jerk, touch my body

Who is that? are you going? Mm come back
Why does everyone always me?
Hello? you then
it out your a**