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

Guess I got a way with words I could get away murder
heard of Aspergers? 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 the system in your Chevrolet Prism

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

Cadillac from a K Car, my a** from a hole in the ground, still can't em apart
straight out the trailer park screaming I'm proud
To at K-mart and it became art
And I'm fed up and as pissed off as they are
To this day I still get in fights with the broad
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 basket first?
Yeah backwards like Bob and Silent Jay
s*** 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 hole in it
Whip out, whip

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

It's a f***ing miracle to be this
Paint my face with make up and a smiley face, I'm insane
Every I say, a**aults 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 spittin' while I'm on the competition
In the meantime it's always mean

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

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

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

If it you sick to your stomach pass it
Indigestion my suggestions's
If it feels like I'm running away the game
Its 'cause I am speculate spectate
All I got is for days and insults for decades
But I get by my wicked ways, lady you can suck a till your neck aches
Cry you get puffy eyes red face
But I'm leaving on this jet
You fly, you're an airhead
I'm sick of pounding a peg in a round hole, sorry another catchphrase
But your baggage ain't 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 mentally I 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
help me I think my face is melting
If you felt these migrains, see maggots eat my brain
This G-I-A-empty in my empty head
If you read my mind you can see my
And you could see why I'd be way
Ever since I was knee playin' with G.I. Joes
Or shut the P-I-E hoes that my game

'Cause I'm about, a f***in' echo
on a cycle
If I Iko
I'm out of like no
Other mike-o, you to the nightpost
Nothing but a hole your skull where you eye close
'Cause I'm gonna sock it to you, dyko, you like it
Get on your Harley menstrual cycle and ride it, like a motorbike
I'm gonna blow the mike the whole night so strike up the f***in' maestro, I'm like
And heigh-ho, hand me my 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 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

Oh please be empty, please be empty, 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 naked and let show, let myself show
But f*** it, from the tucket
Life's too short to not your bone
So everybody,
jerk, touch my body

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