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, 'em all, kill '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 dyin' on this album

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

Helicoptas, squad cars, swat teams with
They me, "Nigga, get the fuck out before ya die
If you surrender, we'll make sure you quickly fry"
Should I kick 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 Fuhrman
Tear gas through my glass pane
They wanna put me back up in the nut again
But I'm not goin' back and my prozac
They can the straight jacket
And a straight motherfuckin' jack
A motherfuckin' jack
A straight motherfuckin'

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

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 dick
Motherfuckers still sufferin' and
Some tech knowledga white boys
up the fuckin' fed buildin'
Crazy niggaz still and slangin' crack
To the death, when the game put 'em up on back
Motherfuckers AIDS, from shootin' hop
And phony niggaz still get sprayed up on the

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

'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill '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 in work
Kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, 'em all
'Cuz dyin' 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 from
Desert packin dum ditty, ditty dum
I just smoke you
I be terrifyin', horrifyin' G, yeah, choke you
The niggaz on hop
We up your spot, Eiht, Spice, and my fuckin' nigga Pac
Don't my path, no class

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

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

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