Luyện nghe bài hát Sick 2 Def

C-c-check, yo

Real sick hearing these talk shit
They get there throats slit they 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

'Coz 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 obvious they rough enuff, listen

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

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

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

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

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

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

It's the on every channel when I turn on the box
It Pedophiles singing 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 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 cigarettes and drinks?
Or the animal that died just so your wife could wear that
disgraceful like gettin' caught, pissin' in the sink
A white girl suck my dick just because its pink

And I'm real sick these pricks talk shit
They get there throats slit 'coz 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, right up to
Might ave to do it reservoir dogs slice of their ear
'Coz I've had of bredders actin' tough, tryin' ta get rough
When its they ain't rough enuff

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

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

The walk backwards 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 spot where found him
And the and and all the passers by go back
they came from till eventually
No one him and the blood pours up him
Rather than him

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

He his hand 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 the scream from the first initial cut

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

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

in his house now back 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
Which has my name on the cover with my face

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

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

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

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