Luyện nghe bài hát Sick 2 Def

C-c-check, yo

Real sick hearing these talk shit
They get throats slit 'coz they talkin' 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You buy a TV if you want me to stop
'Coz I'm so heavy by the things that I watch
It just 'Pulp Fiction' and 'Reservoir Dogs'
It's irreversible, there's my 'City Of

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

That's some nasty and still you wonder why I'm sick
When I see shit and I say exactly what I think
That's nasty shit and you don't ban it
But you ban computer games, somethin' 'round really stinks

about cigarettes and alcoholic drinks?
Or the animal that died just so your could wear that mink
Your disgraceful like gettin' caught, in the sink
A white girl wont my dick just because its pink

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

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

Check it, the last is just as bad as the first
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 in reverse

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

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

The guy goes back to the spot where they found him
And the medics and and all the passers by go
Where they came till eventually
No one him and the blood pours up him
Rather than him

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

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

Then the blood from he severely ear
Crawls back up his and slowly disappears
As the knife silhouette unhacks it from the rear
the knife away after reattaching the ear

Then walks backwards the bushes
Where disregarded nature
Who's the guy on the bench, I'm his paper
Takes the snail he on back from its creator
Only to be killed again when I fast forward this shit

Back in his now back in his bed
He un-listens to a CD and un-bops his
the CD out the player and puts it back in its case
Which has my name on the cover along my face

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

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

Like this whole song was just some kinda 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 twice
Before you step to me and a fight