Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Guy

It's like I'm in the dirt, digging up old
everything to get my mind off you, it won't work
All it is one song on the radio you're right back on it
me all over again how you fucking just brushed me off
And left me so burned, spent a lot of time to soul search
Maybe I to grow up a little first
Looks like I hit a growth
But I am for closure
Don't suppose an I'm owed for
The way that you turned back on me
Just when I may have you most
Oh, you it was over
You can just close the
And go your life, like it was nothing
You ruined mine, but you seem to be fine
I'd recovered but tonight I betcha that whatcha
'Bout to go through's tougher than anything I ever have
Can't think of a better way to define poetic
Can I grudges, mind is saying: "let it go, fuck this"
Heart is saying: "I will I bury this bitch alive
the shovel and then drive off in the sunset"

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

And to think I to think you was the shit, bitch
To think it was you at one time I worshiped,
Think you can hurt people and just keep getting away it?
Not time, you better 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? he never existed
gone, but he's not forgotten
And think 'cause he's been out the pictures so long
That I've stopped the and still ain't coming to get ya
You're wrong and that was rotten
And the way you played him, same you did to me
Have you any idea that I've gone through?
I harbor, all this pain of resentment I hold on to
Not you called to ask me how I'm doing
Letters, you don't to 'em
it, I'm coming to see you
And gee who better to talk to than
The cause to my
My life is and I'm 'bout to take it out on you
Poof, I'm gone

I flee the scene like it was my ride
You see through
Oh, you had me the first 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 driving your side of the town
Like nine frickin' hours and forty minutes now
Finally I found your new address, 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 your
See, it's sad it to this point
Such a disappointment I had to make appointment to come and see ya
But ain't here for ya empathy, I don't need apology
Or your of sympathy, it's revenge that I seek
So I sneak vengefully and treat bedroom window
Like I reach my potential, I peeked
to peep, still 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 don't plan for intruders before
Surprised to see me? Cat got your
Gag, rag, gag almost hack of a lung
Like you picked up an axe up and swung
Stick to the core plan, drag to the of a trunk
By one of fans, irony 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 you hear it we are in a car right now
Wait, here comes my lyric
I'm the bad guy who makes fun of people die
And hey, a sequel to my Mathers LP
Just to try to get to buy
this for publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now after this you'll be officially done
Eminem by Eminem
Matthew Mitchell, bitch, I even have your
I initially was bury 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, town is quite
I we don't get stopped, no license I fear
sirens I hear? Guess 90 on the freeway wasn't the brightest idea
As cops in my driver side mirror
(Help, god police, ah!!)
Hope foxtrot an aerial shot of your burial
New plan
Slim, chauvinist pig in this big, Lincoln town car
Well gotta go, almost at the bridge, big bro it's for you
Slim, this is for him and Frank Ocean, you can swim good!
Now say you hate again!

I also represent anyone normally seen on the end of jokes of a beat
I'm the nightmare you fell asleep in and woke up in
I'm karma closing in with each stroke of a pen
Perfect time to have remorse to show for your sin
No, it's hopeless, I'm the denial that you're 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 odds, toilets clogged
Yeah 'cause I'm talking a lot of but I'm backing it all up
But in my head a voice in the back and it hollas
After the is demolished
I am your of a conscience
I'm the ringing in your
I'm the polyps on the of your tonsils
your vocal chords after your concerts
I'm your that's almost up that you haven't acknowledged
Grab for some water but I'm that pill too jagged to swallow
I'm the bullies you that you became
With every you slaughtered
Coming back on you every woman you insult
With the double-standards you have when it comes to daughters
I represent you take for granted
'Cause Marshall Mather's the rapper's persona's a facade and
Matthew and Stan's just symbolic of you not knowing what you had it's gone
'Cause after all the glitz and the 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 are to follow
I'm the future that's here to show you what tomorrow
If you don't after they call you
The laughing stock of rap who can't call it quits
But it's to walk away
I'm guilt trip the baggage you had
But as you gather up all your
If there's anything you left to say
Unless it an impact don't bother
So you rest your case
Better make sure packing a wallop

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