Luyện nghe bài hát Sick 2 Def

C-c-check, yo

Real sick these pricks talk shit
They get throats slit 'coz they talkin' to me like I'm thick
And I'm real tired of these guys
They best go, 'coz I'm lookin' for 'em on the sly

'Coz I've had it up to here, right up to
Might ave to do it reservoir dogs slice of their ear
'Coz I've had enuff of actin' tough, tryin' ta get rough
When its they ain't rough enuff, listen

I don't just the talk, I walk it
That's why my mouth's always out with raw shit
My rap style's like lil' mo getting rapped
And keepin' the baby instead of it aborted

Yo, I talk morbid just to make you awkward
Deaths a part of life, yo, you just cant it
Especially when I rip out your heart and on my sleeve sport it
Somethin' you precious 'coz ya dead gran bought it

I talk so foul, I talk so course, I show no
I show no remorse like a raping a corpse
Up the anal while contracting genital warts

My metaphor's are twisted like that
Where you gotta put hob nob in ya gob
If you the last one to come on the
I'm so so I fantasize about finding
My mums ex floating in a bath tub his wrists slit

And I'm real sick hearing these pricks shit
They get throats slit 'coz they talkin' to me like I'm thick
And I'm real tired of these guys
best go, hide 'coz I'm lookin' for 'em on the sly

I've had it up to here, up to here
Might ave to do it reservoir dogs style slice of ear
I've had enuff of bredders actin' tough, tryin' ta get rough
When its obvious they ain't rough

You buy a TV if you want me to stop
'Coz I'm so heavy influenced by the that I watch
It ain't 'Pulp Fiction' and 'Reservoir Dogs'
It's irreversible, my 'City Of God'

It's the news on channel when I turn on the box
It seems Pedophiles singing on top of the
glitter, Michael Mish-a-walk
On the net ken got his neck tek off

That's some nasty shit and still you why I'm sick
When I see this and I say exactly what I think
That's some nasty shit and you ban it
But you ban computer games, 'round here really stinks

What about cigarettes and drinks?
Or the animal that died just so your wife could wear that
Your disgraceful like gettin' caught, pissin' in the
A white girl wont suck my just because its pink

And I'm sick hearing these pricks talk shit
They get there throats slit 'coz they to me like I'm thick
And I'm real tired of these bullshit
They go, hide 'coz I'm lookin' for 'em on the sly

Had it up to here, right up to
Might ave to do it reservoir dogs style slice of ear
'Coz I've had of bredders actin' tough, tryin' ta get rough
When its obvious ain't rough enuff

Check it, the last verse is just as bad as the
Compared to the second, yo, it's definitely
'Coz this is a guy getting chauffeured in a hurst
Let me do what Nas did and tell that shit in

The brings the corpse back to the morgue
The guy the morgue undresses the corpse
fluid goes back out, the blood goes back in
Body goes to hospital where it comes alive again

The paramedics walk like an Irish dance
Put the wounded man back in the
The ambulances turns back on
And its lights flash as it his favorite song

The guy goes back to the exact where they found him
And the medics and and all the by go back
Where they from till eventually
No one surrounds him and the blood up him
Rather down him

The man then falls upwards back on his
Stumbles towards a figure on the other side of the street
He walks into the blade that cut his
Then he holds his neck which was already

He removes his so you can see the cut
And as the knife undoes the slice, it back up
He the words he said which were, 'What the fuck'
And unscreams the from the first initial cut

Then the from he severely severed ear
Crawls back up his cheek and disappears
As the knife wielding silhouette unhacks it the rear
Puts the away after reattaching the ear

Then walks backwards thought the
he's disregarded nature
Who's the guy on the bench, I'm reading his
Takes the snail he stepped on back from its
Only to be killed again when I fast forward shit later

in his house now back in his bed
He to a CD and un-bops his head
Take's the CD out the player and puts it in its case
Which has my on the cover along with my face

forward, there's been a murder
And the police know done it
Not lookin' for a motive 'coz they don't why he done it
enough it don't take that long for them to find a reason
And they publicly it on TV that evening

A couple of months later, shit gets banned
Like it was me who put switch in his hand
And him to kill that man

Like this song was just some kinda sickly devised plan
To hurt some poor cunt I don't even
And I've met before in my life

The words whoever said, "The pen is mightier the sword"
Was right and you better think
you step to me and pick a fight