Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Guy

It's like I'm in the dirt, digging up old
Tried to get my mind off you, it won't 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 left me so burned, a lot of time trying to soul search
Maybe I needed to grow up a little
Looks like I hit a growth
But I am coming for
Don't an explanation I'm owed for
The way you turned your back on me
Just when I may have needed you
Oh, you it was over
You can just close the
And go about your life, like it was
You ruined mine, but you seem to be fine
I'd recovered but tonight I betcha that whatcha
'Bout to go through's tougher anything I ever have suffered
Can't think of a better way to define poetic
Can I hold grudges, is saying: "let it go, fuck this"
Heart is saying: "I will once I this bitch alive
Hide the shovel and drive off in the sunset"

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

And to I used to think you was the shit, bitch
To think it was you at one I worshiped, shit
Think you can hurt people and just getting away with it?
Not this time, you better go and get sewing kit,
Finish this so you can reap what you sow, nitwit
Thought some time had past and I it, forget it!
You left our in shambles
You expect me to just get over Pretend he never existed
gone, but he's 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
You're and that shit was rotten
And the way you played him, same you did to me
Have you any idea that shit I've 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 you?
The to my problems
My life is and I'm 'bout to take it out on you
Poof, then I'm

I flee the scene it was my last ride
You see through
Oh, you had me pegged the time
You see the truth
But it's to justify
bad is good
And I to be the bad guy
I just to be the bad guy
to be the bad guy

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

It's just me, you and the now, Slim
I you hear it we are in a car right now
Wait, here comes my favorite
I'm the bad guy who fun of people that die
And hey, here's a to my Mathers LP
to try to get people to buy
How's this for publicity stunt? This be fun
Last album now 'cause after this be officially done
killed by Eminem
Matthew Mitchell, bitch, I even your initials
I initially was gonna you next to my brother, but fuck it
Since you your city so much
I figured, what the fuck the best place you could be buried is right here
Two more exits, is quite near
I hope we get stopped, no license I fear
That sirens I hear? Guess 90 on the freeway the brightest idea
As cops appear in my driver side
(Help, god police, ah!!)
Hope foxtrot gets an shot of your burial
New plan
Slim, chauvinist pig drove in this big, Lincoln car
Well gotta go, at the bridge, haha big bro it's for you
Slim, this is for him and Frank Ocean, hope you can good!
Now say you homos again!

I also represent normally seen 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 with each of a pen
Perfect time to some remorse to show for your sin
No, hopeless, I'm the denial that you're hopelessly in
When say all of this is approaching its end
But you refuse to believe that over, here we go all over again

Backs to the wall, I'm stacking up all them odds, toilets
Yeah I'm talking a lot of shit but I'm backing it all up
But in my head there's a voice in the and it hollas
After the is demolished
I am your lack of a
I'm the ringing in your
I'm the polyps on the back of tonsils
Eating your vocal after your concerts
I'm time that's almost up that you haven't acknowledged
Grab for some water but I'm pill that's too jagged to swallow
I'm the bullies you that you became
With every faggot you
Coming back on you every you insult there
the double-standards you have when it comes to your daughters
I represent you take for granted
'Cause Marshall Mather's the persona's have a facade and
Matthew and Stan's just symbolic of you not knowing what you had it's gone
'Cause after all the and the glam no more fans that are calling your name
Cameras are off, sad but it to all of them,
I'm the hindsight to say, "I you so!"
Foreshadows of all the things that are to
I'm the future that's to show you what happens tomorrow
If you stop after they call you
The biggest laughing stock of rap who can't it quits
But it's time to walk
I'm ever guilt trip the you had
But as you gather up all possessions
If there's you have left to say
Unless it an impact don't bother
So before you rest your
Better make sure packing a wallop

So one last time, I'm
Before it fades black and it's all over
Behold the final chapter in the
Trying to recapture lightning trapped in a bottle
Twice the that started it all
Tragic portrait of an tortured
in his own drawings
Tap into
Blacker and darker than imaginable
Here a wild stab in the dark
As we up the last Mathers' left off