Luyện nghe bài hát Sickness

You Are you ready?
Aiyyo, we need some beer to the stage
(Quick, quick, quick)
on the set, y'all ready? Uhh

Aiyyo, it's six drinks to try, choose one
So you can a buzz while Likwid show you how it's done
Bouncin' off the walls is my niggaz havin' fun
all these weak niggaz, why the fuck'd we lose Pun?

Damn! It's a trip to see the world around us
But Tha clique A.K.A. The 40 Downers
Gets twisty, twisty, yak and
Rob flows is "Whoa!", Tha Liks is like "Whoo!"

Is there a doctor in the house somebody gonna need him?
Tash fight for his to party, I need my freedom
So I can drink in public without the eyein' me
F.B.I. spyin' me cause buyin' me

I got drunk and got down with Tha
But I put it down all I need is a fix
Now bust a nut, I aways on different days
And everybody wonder how I so blazed

I'm like a sickness, I'm like a but there is no cure
And you hear my voice don't it sound so pure?
Tha Alka-holiks know, bust fo' sho'
So whether we together kickin' the doors

From Lake Buteras to Paris rappers get embarrassed
We inherit B-boy just like Erick's
Liks been flowin' longer than grandparent's marriage
Eatin' buzzed brownies more than eat carrots

Kick back in the 'Llac like a and a carriage
Spittin' "The Facts of Life" than Tudy and Ms. Garrett
When I'm runnin' my errands, Dayton rims feel Ferris
Get in your larynx, if yo' ass get careless

Aiyyo, who stole the soul? I did I was desperate
Send a random to Loud, I want a million for my next shit
I know you got the money, Steve, just reach that grab bag
Then step and watch me drop these "Bombs On Baghdad"

'Cause rap melodical, drunk periodical
think they hot but I'm seein' they ain't got it though
I'm from L.A., you from Idaho, no you gotta go
Fo' albums deep, so y'all motherfuckers gotta

We birds of a feather so we together
Tha Liks and gonna choke whoever
Ain't in this motherfucker comin' raw dog
Hold my drink, Mr. Tan, while I jump in the

I got drunk and got with Tha Liks
But before I put it down all I is a fix
Now a nut, I rhymes aways on different days
And wonder how I stay so blazed

I'm like a sickness, I'm like a sickness but there is no
And when you my voice don't it sound so pure
Tha Alka-holiks know, come bust fo'
So whether we together kickin' down the

Excuse my gutter language, but bein' famous
Ro bust for nameless don of rhymin' chainless
Olde English ancient drive Chevys with chips
I breathe herb, so they say my words is

Let's take it back to "Colors", get your face painted with fat
I got more rhymes in my than you can fit in your backpacks
Go 'head, eat 'em up like packs
I stay like crack shacks

I like my hoes the lickable toes
And the silver dollar nipples that be out the clothes
Now I suppose you want flows like
you be standin' on the stage at all our motherfuckin' shows

James Robinson, even my name is
Lyrics from the Likwid Conglomerate
My crew in it, I'm in it, so we prominent
Rap I'm bombin' it, it's too much Uncle Tom in it

I got drunk and got with Tha Liks
But before I put it down all I is a fix
Now bust a nut, I rhymes aways on different
And everybody wonder how I so blazed

I'm like a sickness, I'm a sickness but there is no cure
And when you hear my voice don't it so pure
Tha Alka-holiks know, bust fo' sho'
So whether we together down the doors

I got drunk and got with Tha Liks
But I put it down all I need is a fix
Now bust a nut, I aways on different days
And wonder how I stay so blazed

I'm like a sickness, I'm a sickness but there is no cure
And you hear my voice don't it sound so pure
Tha Alka-holiks know, come bust fo'
So we together kickin' down the doors