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 these bullshit
best go, hide 'coz I'm lookin' for 'em on the sly

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

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

I talk so foul, I so course, I show no regret
I show no remorse like a raping a corpse
Up the anal while contracting 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 about
My ex floating in a bath tub with his wrists slit

And I'm real hearing these pricks talk shit
They get there throats slit 'coz they to me like I'm thick
And I'm real tired of 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 actin' tough, tryin' ta get
When its obvious they rough enuff

You best buy a TV if you me to stop
'Coz I'm so heavy influenced by the that 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 Pedophiles singing on top of the
Garry glitter, Michael
On the net ken bigley got his tek off

That's some nasty shit and 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 here 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 real sick hearing these pricks shit
They get there throats slit 'coz they to me like I'm thick
And I'm tired of these bullshit guys
They go, hide 'coz I'm lookin' for 'em on the sly

Had it up to here, 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 they ain't enuff

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

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

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

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

The man then falls upwards on his feet
Stumbles towards a dark figure on the other of the street
He walks into the blade cut his belly
Then he holds his 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 said which were, the fuck'
And unscreams the scream from the first cut

the blood from he severely severed ear
Crawls back up his cheek and disappears
As the knife wielding unhacks it from the rear
the knife away after reattaching the ear

Then walks backwards the bushes
Where he's disregarded
Who's the guy on the bench, I'm reading his
Takes the snail he stepped on back from its
Only to be killed again I fast 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 on the cover along with my face

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

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

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

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