Luyện nghe bài hát Sick 2 Def

C-c-check, yo

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I've had it up to here, up to here
ave to do it reservoir dogs style slice of their ear
'Coz I've had 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 things I watch
It ain't just 'Pulp Fiction' and 'Reservoir
irreversible, there's my 'City Of God'

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

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

What cigarettes and alcoholic drinks?
Or the animal that died just so your wife could that mink
Your disgraceful like gettin' caught, pissin' in the
A white girl suck my dick 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 best go, hide 'coz I'm for 'em on the sly

Had it up to here, right up to
ave to do it reservoir dogs 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 verse is just as bad as the
to the second, yo, it's definitely worse
'Coz is about a guy getting chauffeured in a hurst
Let me do what Nas did and tell shit in reverse

The hirst brings the corpse back to the
The guy from the undresses the corpse
Embalming fluid goes back out, the blood goes in
goes back 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 plays his song

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Like this whole song was some kinda sickly devised plan
To hurt some poor cunt I even know
And I've never met before in my

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