Luyện nghe bài hát Duck Sick

You was jealous, it's all fault
What's up,
You was jealous, all your fault
soon it's a homie you're grievin'
You was jealous, it's all fault
Got beef? What a
You was jealous, it's all your

Back for the payback, black, you up shorter
Geah, ass is out, Eiht wrote another
Funky rap about your jealous
How you diss C.M.W, boy, you ain't shit

Your senses tell ya, kick it, don't be a hero
Equipped to is Eiht, unlike a zero
I gotta hitcha, or get
Sit down, clown, I commence to paint a

Hm, it's kinda funny, but yet amazing
Take you serious? I about it while I'm blazing
Only will my reaction show
How I chill and let my tempo

Too sorry is the for your rap
No competition, dissin', boy, you need to be
ain't no punk, so learn it quick
Oh yes, P.S., C.M.W., and you can get my duck

You can get the sick
You can get my duck
You can get the sick

I don't believe it, how the you get on wax?
Makin' on your tape deck tracks
You did a and I heard it was wack
You tossed our records, think I tossed right

You got the nerve, to go down like a trooper
In better words, you go down King Cooper
So stop your dissing, saying that I can't handle
I put lights out, you have to rap by a candle

Go head up punk, or sell out, I you must've
the word, new jack, I'm not a buster
Always down to bust a record, a party, know I mean?
But unlike yourself, sucker, I do it for

So period, end of story, even bore
Me, Tha MC, claim to gory
So that's it, the Eiht and Chill is the
(Chill)
and you can get the duck sick

You can get the sick
Yo, you can get my duck
You can get the sick
Geah, get the duck
You can get the sick

Get the sick
up
You can get the duck

Wait a minute, hold up, punk, I know kiddin'
Sayin' E hang, you're bullshittin'
I'm not a rookie, meaning a
If fakin' was a sin, you'd be a

Load up my mic and gat, start
off the Compton streets, so start runnin'
You come like a two-bit sucker
Tryin' to with a hard motherfucker

Punk, they call me Eiht, so give me
I heard you did a on your Mom's tape deck
Fool, you fucked up smooth tryin' to
A victim of a violent crime on the

So wake up and smell the bud', you pupils
to go head up, punk, you got no scruples
Conflict you pick, you're
You can't fade us, but yo, you can get the E's sick

You can get the sick
Geah, you can get the E's sick
You can get the sick
'em

Now, who got you hip to be a
You jack-ass
(You punk snapper)
take a step back, and boy, start peepin'

On and Chill
(Geah, no sleepin')
Quiet as it's kept, the news'll like AIDS
Hip hop, C.M.W. gets

down to dunk the funk
Or clownin' down a weak-ass
The beef you got, to Chill, don't shit
Just a I have to pass to show I'm on hit

And Tha Chill's on hit, legit with the E I quit
I grab a chair and a whip like a lion, suckers I'm
Peel a cap and snap on the mic, I'm gamin'
So me rip, 'cause you suckers is on a ego tip
Stupid suckers, yo you can get Chill's sick

You can get the duck
you say, E?
Get the duck
Get the duck

Yo, who the duck sick now?
My man Unknown the duck sick, E
My man DJ Slip want the duck
Word 'em up, Mike we be boomin' on the boards want the sick
My Deejays Ant C and Mike T want the sick

You are sick