Luyện nghe bài hát Sick 2 Def

C-c-check, yo

Real sick hearing these talk shit
They get there throats slit 'coz they talkin' to me I'm thick
And I'm tired of these bullshit guys
They best go, hide 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 ain't rough enuff, listen

I just talk 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 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 'coz ya dead gran it

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

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

And I'm sick 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 I'm lookin' for 'em on the sly

had it up to here, right up to here
Might ave to do it reservoir dogs style of their ear
'Coz 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
I'm so heavy influenced by the things that I watch
It just 'Pulp 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 singing on top of the pops
Garry glitter, Michael
On the net ken got his neck tek off

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

What about and alcoholic drinks?
Or the animal that just so your wife 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 real hearing these pricks talk shit
They get throats slit 'coz they talkin' to me like I'm thick
And I'm real tired of bullshit guys
They best go, hide I'm lookin' for 'em on the sly

Had it up to here, up to here
ave to do it reservoir dogs style slice of their ear
'Coz I've had enuff of bredders tough, tryin' ta get rough
When its obvious they rough enuff

Check it, the last verse is as bad as the first
Compared to the second, yo, definitely worse
this is about a guy getting chauffeured in a hurst
Let me do Nas did and tell that shit in reverse

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

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

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

The man then upwards back on his feet
Stumbles towards a dark figure on the side of the street
He walks into the blade 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 which were, 'What the fuck'
And unscreams the scream from the initial cut

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

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

in his house now back in his bed
He to a CD and un-bops 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

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

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

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

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