Luyện nghe bài hát Siccmade

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

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

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

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

Them niggas either die or stay on my dick
I'm that nigga they call 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Cause me and Triple-Six grew up fuckin' 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, just don't understand it

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