Luyện nghe bài hát 1990 - Sick

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

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

Helicoptas, squad cars, swat teams choppers
tellin' me, "Nigga, get the fuck out before ya die
If you surrender, we'll make that 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 seein' bodies burnin'

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

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

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

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

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

Kill 'em all, kill 'em all, 'em all, kill '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 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 lunatic quick to grab my tech, put slugs up in neck
Compton is the city where I come
Desert packin dum ditty, ditty dum
I won't just you
I be terrifyin', G, yeah, I'ma choke you
The killa on hop
We up your spot, Eiht, Spice, and my fuckin' nigga Pac
Don't my path, no class

I be like in your motherfuckin' ass
Bullets I at you, your hood I slid through
Evil niggaz to get rid of you
No witnesses, so ask no questions
Flee the scene, one time'll be
Killa niggaz don't play
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, 'em all, kill 'em all
'Cuz dyin' on this motherfuckin' album
Kill 'em all, kill 'em all, 'em all, kill 'em all
Don't kick up in the dirt when I'm in work
'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
'Cuz everybody dyin' on this 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
'Cuz dyin' on this motherfuckin' album

Get the hell off my dick, I'm