Luyện nghe bài hát Wicked Ways

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 ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking
I to dig my way to hell
I want to dig my way to

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

The devil on the level same as him
Just who rebels in straight masochism
And imagine him giving him an adjective an a**
So bad they should put his a** in
I bully I verbally abuse verbs like he did something to me personally
forgetfully 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 screaming I'm proud
To shop at K-mart and it art
And I'm still fed up and as pissed off as are
To this day I get in fights with the same broad
At the Walmart arguing over the same cart
In the middle of the aisle whilin I don't give a I don't play!
You you saw this basket first?
Yeah like motherf***ing Bob and Silent Jay
Illest you could think I would say
Mind's like a of clay
When's the last time you saw a villain with a
With a gaping in it
out, whip down

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

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

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 getting by 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

been a career 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 here not by
I had a purpose and that purpose was to a beat purplish
tracks, I done put my two dimes and a nickel in this s***
And I'm coming to get that quarter
Ndamukong the drama can build
Your can ask me for my autograph
That cougars a MILF, she's the oldest in the book
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 that me to the hospital
When I would have caught a flat

If it makes you sick to stomach pass it
my suggestions's Kaopectate
If it feels like I'm running away with the
Its 'cause I am speculate spectate
All I got is dick for days and for decades
But I get by my wicked ways, lady you can a dick till your 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 pounding a square peg in a round hole, another catchphrase
But your baggage gonna fit in my storage over headspace
'Cause you just ain't big enough to fit your goods
Other don't try to put the heart in a headcase

baby stable mentally I ain't I need my meds, I peed my bed
I'm going blind, I don't see my legs, I keep on down
No wonder you stand 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 hole in my 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 shut the P-I-E hoes peep my game

I'm about, like a f***in' echo
Psycho on a
If I Iko
I'm out of control no
mike-o, stab you to the nightpost
Nothing but a hole inside skull where you eye close
'Cause I'm gonna sock it to you, dyko, you like it
Get on your Harley Davidson menstrual cycle and ride it, like a
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 sticks I go

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'm getting by 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

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 guys naked and let myself show, let myself show
But it, suck from the tucket
Life's too to not stroke your bone
So everybody,
Circle jerk, my body

Who is that? Where are you going? Mm come
Why does everyone leave me?
Hello? you then
Blow it out a**