Luyện nghe bài hát Sick 2 Def

C-c-check, yo

Real sick these pricks talk shit
They get there throats slit they talkin' to me like I'm thick
And I'm real tired of bullshit 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 style slice of ear
'Coz I've had enuff of bredders actin' tough, ta get rough
When its they ain't rough enuff, listen

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What cigarettes and alcoholic drinks?
Or the animal that died just so your wife could that mink
Your like gettin' caught, pissin' 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 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
Might ave to do it reservoir dogs style slice of ear
'Coz I've had enuff of bredders 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 definitely
'Coz this is a guy getting chauffeured in a hurst
Let me do Nas did and tell that shit in reverse

The hirst brings the corpse 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 again

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

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

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

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

the blood from he severely severed ear
Crawls up his cheek and slowly disappears
As the knife silhouette unhacks it from the rear
Puts the knife away after the ear

Then walks backwards thought the
Where he's disregarded
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 forward this shit later

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

Fast forward, there's a murder
And the know who's done it
Not lookin' for a 'coz they don't know why he done it
Sure enough it don't take that long for 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 told him to that man

Like this whole song was just some kinda sickly devised
To hurt some poor cunt I don't even
And I've never met before in my

The words said, "The pen is mightier than the sword"
Was and you better think twice
Before you step to me and pick a