Luyện nghe bài hát Siccmade

Yeah, the Baby Killa's back up in this
Straight tha grave
It gets so deep right under the Blocc
Oh, me? Ya can just me Manson, yeah, we met before
But ya forget I ain't gonna die so I'm back up this motherfucka
So peep the mothafuckin' words from the man, yeah

And when I me a gun and oh, when I was young
I dreamt of them niggas up of niggas nuts and soufley a' la dun
Motherfuckas get hung, my bullet a ton
The Blocc Don, the valley of the slum

Tha nigga that got that 9 millimeter gun
That nigga that nigga that got them on the run
They thought that I was done but is not the one
To go out from a gunshot wound, nigga, I'm not done that

Bitches, they come but nut like the rest, caught one in the chest
wore a vest and, oh, what a bloody mess
Puffin' off the cess, with the stress, killin' off the less
Fortunate but they trip my nine gets sick

Them niggas die or stay stuck on my dick
'Cause I'm that nigga they Lynch, I got 'em niggas fiendin' for my shit
I clips, drinkin', fuckin' with tha splift
And it's the that kill for reason, it's the Season Of The Sicc

That's why I got the urge to shoot pussy clit
And kill off infant, so what is my intent?
To them mothafuckas livin' life ain't shit
I gets to gettin' real sick and eatin' clit, the baby killa shit

Put 'em in a grave with an empty 40 ounce bottle and don't a drip
'Cause livin' tha Tripple-Six
Ya to fuck devil in his mouth and eat the shit out of his bitch
And I admit, my is kinda sick

But now I'm J. Dahmer, I'm chewin' up all the evidence
I killed to cure my fit, the meat fix
to the skin rips, that sick nigga, so sick
Livin' dead ever

Yeah, do ya wanna what that Siccness is?
The Siccness is when you hug mama and ya dick get hard
Or you walk in on baby's mama and she's suckin' your son's dick
That's the Siccness.

So, ya mothafuckas don't ya forget that
And don't where the Sicc came from
That nigga

I my mouth off up that cog and trip
'Cause eatin' pussy clit I make ya sick
But it's the Season so my reason is
I'm havin' fits, I of eatin' bloody pussy clit's since I was six

I fiend for a pussy on dick, I gotta skits
Meanin' I give a shit about ya biyatch
That that's from tha Blocc, killin' up tha cog, so, nigga, shit
barbeque ribs and guts and ah, don't let me get too deep

Fryin' baby nuts, get ate out alike
Dank is what teeth heard
I pull the Tampax-string out and put in work
It wouldn't work without that sick, so page a nigga
So I can serve ya some of this shit and have ya murderin' ya

me and Triple-Six grew up fuckin' bitches up the gut
With tha 9-millimeter clip, of the Sicc, picture this:
Pussy meat ripped in a pan full of nuts and guts and intestines and
I gets ta chewin' on tha clit, the sick, they just understand it

It's so outlandish, chewin' nigga to cure my fit
The human meat fix, bitin' 'til the rips
That nigga, so sick
Livin' ever since