Luyện nghe bài hát 1990 - Sick

Kill 'em all, 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all
'Cuz everybody dyin' on this album
Kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, 'em all
Don't kick up in the dirt I'm puttin' in work
'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all
'Cuz everybody on this motherfuckin' album

I murda this, I murda like that
(This, that)
an AK-47 up out my motherfuckin' gangsta hat
Professional, Columbian, Necktie,
Strangula, killa, dead fuckin' body hanga
Peepin' out the with an A.K., pullin' up on these copper

Helicoptas, squad cars, swat with choppers
They tellin' me, "Nigga, get the fuck out ya die
If you surrender, we'll make that you quickly fry"
Should I kick the door and go to war
Or should I my throat
Leave a bomb and a fuck you note
Hallucinations of seein' bodies burnin'

And all the po-po had faces Mark Fuhrman
Tear gas through my glass window
wanna put me back up in the nut house again
But I'm not goin' and take my prozac
They can keep the jacket
And leave a straight jack
A straight jack
A straight motherfuckin'

'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all
'Cuz everybody on this motherfuckin' album
Kill 'em all, kill 'em all, 'em all, kill 'em all
Don't kick up in the dirt I'm puttin' in work
Kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, 'em all
'Cuz dyin' on this motherfuckin' album

Get the hell off my dick, I'm
(1990-Sick)
(1990-Sick)
(1990-Sick)
(1990-Sick)

Nigga's to pull the lynch, case and stick
Marcia Clark screamin' out murda, jumpin' on OJ's
still sufferin' and healin'
Some high tech knowledga white
Blew up the fed buildin'
Crazy niggaz bangin' and slangin' crack
To the death, the game put 'em up on they back
catchin' AIDS, from shootin' hop
And phony niggaz still get sprayed up on the

And I ain't changed much,
I'm still smokin' four or five motherfuckin' choppers before twelve
Motherfuckers think they know me, but they know
I'm sellin' first tickets to the murda show
Don't rap about no nigga, let's get it on
Bustin domes, buck shots through your rib
So all you niggaz up in the magazines talkin'
Get off my dick, I'm

Kill 'em all, 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all
'Cuz everybody dyin' on this album
Kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, 'em all
Don't up in the dirt when I'm puttin' in work
Kill 'em all, 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all
'Cuz dyin' on this motherfuckin' album

1990-sick, I grasp my
The quick to grab my tech, put slugs up in your neck
is the city where I come from
Desert Eagle packin dum ditty, dum
I won't just you
I be terrifyin', horrifyin' G, yeah, I'ma you
The niggaz on hop
We up your spot, Eiht, Spice, and my fuckin' nigga Pac
Don't cross my path, no

I be shit in your motherfuckin' ass
Bullets I spit at you, your I slid through
Evil niggaz to get rid of you
No witnesses, so don't ask no
the scene, one time'll be arrestin'
Killa don't play that
It's Compton on no like your we stompin'
But in gang affiliation
goes pop, we won't stop
Uhh, in

Kill 'em all, kill 'em all, 'em all, kill 'em all
'Cuz everybody dyin' on motherfuckin' album
Kill 'em all, 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all
Don't kick up in the dirt I'm puttin' in work
'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all
'Cuz everybody dyin' on this album

Kill 'em all, kill 'em all, 'em all, kill 'em all
'Cuz everybody dyin' on motherfuckin' album
Kill 'em all, 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all
Don't up in the dirt when I'm puttin' in work
Kill 'em all, kill 'em all, 'em all, kill 'em all
'Cuz dyin' on this motherfuckin' album

Get the off my dick, I'm 1990-Sick