Luyện nghe bài hát Sick 2 Def

C-c-check, yo

Real hearing these pricks talk shit
They get throats slit 'coz they talkin' to me like I'm thick
And I'm real of these bullshit guys
best 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 dogs style slice of their ear
'Coz I've had enuff of bredders tough, tryin' ta get rough
its obvious they ain't rough enuff, listen

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

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

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

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

And I'm real sick hearing these pricks talk
They get there throats slit 'coz they talkin' to me like I'm
And I'm real of these bullshit guys
They best go, hide 'coz I'm 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
I've had enuff of bredders actin' tough, tryin' ta get rough
When its they ain't rough enuff

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

It's the news on every when I turn on the box
It seems Pedophiles on top of the pops
Garry glitter, Michael
On the net ken bigley got his tek off

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

What about and alcoholic drinks?
Or the animal that just so your wife could wear that mink
disgraceful like gettin' caught, pissin' in the sink
A girl wont suck my dick just because its pink

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fast forward, there's a murder
And the police know who's it
Not lookin' for a motive 'coz they don't know why he 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 that in his hand
And told him to that man

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

The words whoever said, "The pen is than the sword"
Was right and you better twice
Before you step to me and a fight