Luyện nghe bài hát Siccmade

Yeah, the Baby Killa's back up in motherfucka
Straight tha grave
It gets so right under the Garden Blocc
Oh, me? Ya can just call me Manson, yeah, we met
But ya forget that I gonna die so I'm back up this motherfucka
So peep the mothafuckin' words the dead man, yeah

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So, ya don't ya forget that shit
And forget where the Sicc came from
That Lynch

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

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

baby nuts, sluts get ate out alike
Dank is what crooked heard
I the Tampax-string out and straight put in work
It wouldn't work without that sick, so a nigga quick
So I can serve ya some of this and have ya murderin' ya biyatch

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

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