Luyện nghe bài hát 1990 - Sick

Kill 'em all, kill 'em all, 'em all, kill 'em all
everybody dyin' on this motherfuckin' album
Kill 'em all, kill 'em all, 'em all, kill 'em all
kick 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

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

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

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

Kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, 'em all
'Cuz everybody dyin' on motherfuckin' album
Kill 'em all, kill 'em all, 'em all, kill 'em all
Don't kick up in the dirt when I'm puttin' in
Kill 'em all, 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all
everybody 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, yayo and stick
Clark screamin' out murda, jumpin' on OJ's dick
Motherfuckers sufferin' and healin'
Some high knowledga white boys
Blew up the fed buildin'
Crazy niggaz still bangin' and crack
To the death, when the put 'em up on they back
Motherfuckers AIDS, from shootin' hop
And phony still get sprayed up on the block

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

'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all
'Cuz dyin' on this 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 everybody dyin' on motherfuckin' album

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

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

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

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 when I'm puttin' in work
Kill 'em all, kill 'em all, 'em all, kill 'em all
everybody dyin' on this motherfuckin' album

Get the hell off my dick, I'm