Luyện nghe bài hát Sick 2 Def

C-c-check, yo

Real sick hearing these pricks talk
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 'coz I'm 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, ta get rough
When its obvious they rough enuff, listen

I just 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 getting
And keepin' the instead of gettin' it aborted

Yo, I talk morbid just to make you feel
Deaths a part of life, yo, you cant ignore it
when I rip out your heart 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 contracting genital

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

And I'm real sick hearing these pricks talk
They get there throats slit 'coz they talkin' to me 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 reservoir style slice of their ear
'Coz I've had enuff of bredders actin' tough, tryin' ta get
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 'Pulp Fiction' and 'Reservoir Dogs'
irreversible, there's 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 got his neck tek off

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

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

And I'm real sick hearing these pricks talk
They get there throats slit they talkin' to me like I'm thick
And I'm tired of these bullshit guys
best go, hide 'coz I'm lookin' 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 enuff of bredders tough, tryin' ta get rough
When its obvious they ain't 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 what Nas did and that shit in reverse

The hirst brings the back to the morgue
The guy from the undresses the corpse
Embalming fluid back 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 back in the
The ambulances engine back on
And its lights flash as it plays his favorite

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

The man falls upwards back on his feet
Stumbles towards a dark figure on the side of the street
He walks into the blade that cut his
Then he holds his neck was bleeding already

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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