Luyện nghe bài hát 1990 - Sick

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

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

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

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

Kill 'em all, 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all
'Cuz everybody dyin' on motherfuckin' album
'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill '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 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, yayo case and
Marcia 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 slangin'
To the death, the game put 'em up on they back
Motherfuckers 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 know me, but they don't know
I'm sellin' first class tickets to the murda
Don't wanna rap no nigga, let's get it on
Bustin domes, buck shots your rib bone
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 on this motherfuckin' album
Kill 'em all, kill 'em all, 'em all, kill 'em all
Don't up in the dirt when I'm puttin' in work
Kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, 'em all
'Cuz everybody on this motherfuckin' album

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

I be like shit in motherfuckin' ass
Bullets I spit at you, your hood I slid
niggaz tryin' to get rid of you
No witnesses, so ask no questions
Flee the scene, one time'll be
Killa don't play that
It's Compton on no like your we stompin'
But in that gang
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 when I'm puttin' in
Kill 'em all, kill 'em all, 'em all, kill 'em all
'Cuz everybody dyin' on this motherfuckin'

'em all, kill '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
kick 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 hell off my dick, I'm