Luyện nghe bài hát 1990 - Sick

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

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

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

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

Kill 'em all, kill 'em all, 'em all, kill 'em all
everybody dyin' 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 everybody 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, jumpin' on OJ's
still sufferin' and healin'
Some high tech white boys
up the fuckin' fed buildin'
Crazy niggaz still and slangin' crack
To the death, the game put 'em up on they back
catchin' AIDS, from shootin' hop
And phony still get sprayed up on the block

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

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
kick up in the dirt when I'm puttin' in work
Kill 'em all, 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all
'Cuz everybody dyin' on 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 Eagle dum ditty, ditty dum
I just smoke you
I be terrifyin', horrifyin' G, yeah, I'ma you
The killa on hop
We tear up your spot, Eiht, Spice, and my fuckin' Pac
Don't cross my path, no

I be like in your motherfuckin' ass
Bullets I spit at you, your hood I slid
Evil niggaz to get rid of you
No witnesses, so ask no questions
the scene, one time'll be arrestin'
Killa niggaz play that
It's Compton on no like your we stompin'
But in that affiliation
Shit goes pop, we stop
Uhh, in

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
kick up in the dirt when I'm puttin' in work
Kill 'em all, 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all
'Cuz everybody on this motherfuckin' album

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

Get the hell off my dick, I'm