Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Guy

It's like I'm in the dirt, up old hurt
Tried everything to get my mind off you, it work
All it takes is one song on the radio you're back on it
Reminding me all over again how you just brushed me off
And me so burned, spent a lot of time trying to soul search
I needed to grow up a little first
Looks like I hit a spurt
But I am coming for
Don't suppose an I'm owed for
The way you turned your back on me
Just when I may needed you most
Oh, you thought it was
You can close the chapter
And go your life, like it was nothing
You ruined mine, but you to be doing fine
I'd never but tonight I betcha that whatcha
'Bout to go through's tougher than anything I have suffered
Can't think of a better way to define poetic
Can I hold grudges, mind is saying: "let it go, this"
Heart is saying: "I will once I this bitch alive
Hide the and then drive off in the sunset"

I the scene like it was my last ride
You see through
Oh, you had me pegged the first
You can't see the
But it's easier to
What's bad is
And I to be the bad guy
I just to be the bad guy

And to think I used to think you was the shit,
To think it was you at one time I worshiped,
Think you can hurt people and just keep away with it?
Not this time, you go and get sewing kit, bitch
Finish this stitch so you can what you sow, nitwit
Thought some time had past and I it, forget it!
You our family in shambles
You expect me to just get over him? Pretend he existed
Maybe gone, but not forgotten
And don't think 'cause he's been out the pictures so
That I've stopped the plottin' and still ain't to get ya
wrong and that shit was rotten
And the way you him, same shit you did to me
Have you any idea that I've gone through?
Feelings I harbor, all this of resentment I hold on to
Not once you called to ask me how I'm
Letters, you respond to 'em
Fuck it, I'm to see you
And gee who better to talk to than
The to my problems
My life is garbage and I'm to take it out on you
Poof, I'm gone

I flee the scene it was my last ride
You see through
Oh, you had me pegged the first
You can't see the
But easier to justify
What's bad is
And I to be the bad guy
I hate to be the bad guy
to be the bad guy

I've driving around your side of the town
Like nine frickin' hours and five minutes now
Finally I found your new address, in your drive
Feel like I been waiting on this all of my life
And it's now arrived, and my is full of saliva
My knife is out and I'm on the side of your house
See, it's sad it came to this
Such a disappointment I had to this appointment to come and see ya
But ain't here for ya empathy, I need your apology
Or your friendship of sympathy, revenge that I seek
So I sneak vengefully and treat bedroom window
Like I my full potential, I peeked
to peep, still bent low
Keep tapping the lightly then start to crescendo
all the way 'round to the back porch
Man, door handles unlocked, shouldn't be easy to do this
You don't plan for intruders before
to see me? Cat got your tongue?
Gag, rag, gag almost hack of a lung
Like you up an axe up and then swung
Stick to the core plan, drag to the back of a
By one of your fans, spectacular, huh?
Now who's a faggot, you
And your Bronco hat, you can have that shit back as they suck

It's me, you and the music now, Slim
I hope you hear it we are in a car now
Wait, here comes my favorite
I'm the bad guy who makes fun of that die
And hey, here's a sequel to my LP
Just to try to get to buy
How's this for publicity stunt? should be fun
Last album now 'cause this you'll be officially done
killed by Eminem
Matthew Mitchell, bitch, I even have your
I initially was bury you next to my brother, but fuck it
Since you love your city so
I figured, what the fuck the best place you be buried alive is right here
Two more exits, is quite near
I we don't get stopped, no license I fear
That sirens I hear? 90 on the freeway wasn't the brightest idea
As cops appear in my driver side
(Help, god police, ah!!)
Hope foxtrot gets an aerial of your burial
New plan
Slim, chauvinist pig drove in big, Lincoln town car
Well gotta go, almost at the bridge, haha big bro for you
Slim, this is for him and Frank Ocean, hope you can good!
Now say you homos again!

I also represent anyone normally on the end of these jokes of a beat
I'm the nightmare you asleep in and woke up still in
I'm your karma closing in each stroke of a pen
Perfect time to have some to show for your sin
No, it's hopeless, I'm the that you're hopelessly in
they say all of this is approaching its end
But you refuse to believe it's over, here we go all over again

Backs to the wall, I'm stacking up all them odds, toilets
Yeah 'cause I'm a lot of shit but I'm backing it all up
But in my head there's a in the back and it hollas
the track is demolished
I am lack of a conscience
I'm the ringing in ears
I'm the on the back of your tonsils
Eating your vocal chords after concerts
I'm your time that's almost up that you haven't
Grab for some water but I'm that pill that's too jagged to
I'm the bullies you that you became
With every you slaughtered
Coming back on you every woman you there
With the double-standards you have it comes to your daughters
I everything you take for granted
'Cause Marshall Mather's the rapper's have a facade and
Matthew and Stan's just symbolic of you not knowing you had until it's gone
'Cause after all the glitz and the glam no more fans are calling your name
Cameras are off, sad but it to all of them,
I'm the hindsight to say, "I you so!"
of all the things that are to follow
I'm the future that's here to show you happens tomorrow
If you don't after they call you
The biggest laughing stock of rap who call it quits
But time to walk away
I'm ever guilt trip the you had
But as you up all your possessions
If there's anything you have to say
it makes an impact don't bother
So before you rest your
Better make sure packing a wallop

So one time, I'm back
Before it into black and it's all over
Behold the final in the saga
Trying to recapture that trapped in a bottle
Twice the magic that it all
Tragic portrait of an tortured
Trapped in his own
Tap thoughts
Blacker and darker than anything
goes a wild stab in the dark
As we pick up the last Mathers' off