Luyện nghe bài hát Sickology 101

[Intro - Chopped and Voice - talking]
Hey, now everybody sit down and the fuck up!
Class is now in
If you came here to hear lovey dovey shit - get the fuck out!
If you soft and of hardcore shit - get the fuck out!
For those who love raw shit - welcome to 101
Your instructor for today is - N9ne!

[Verse 1 - N9ne]
This is style I use pitch, to and seduce chicks
To signal the sick, mellow tone is what you spit
Switchin the pattern, out that quick midwest chatter
people hate but it ain't matterin, but the people gather, it's flatterin
Switchin the pitch, mixin, there's no need to be in this bitch
Spittin full clips on a mission for bliss I be rippin this shit
Make it excitin, got to be invitin you're writin your piece
Never be dick ridin, if you're goin to be bitin, you're ignitin the
is melodic, melodies, if you got it
Mix it hot as tamales, you singin off-key is
If you keep an octave in a pocket, you need to stop it
Have confidence, with conviction, don't put 'em asleep when you rock it
is harmony, Nina's taking you through it
Make it buttery, utterly beautiful, it fluid
Sickology 101 is in session, I you knew it
We motherfuckers in music, that's how we do it!

GET! (ON FEET!), UP! (OUT YOUR SEAT!)
GET! (ON FEET!), UP! (OUT YOUR SEAT!)
GET! (ON FEET!), UP! (OUT YOUR SEAT!)
Such an oddity with it, this is
GET! (ON YOUR FEET!), UP! (OUT SEAT!)
GET! (ON YOUR FEET!), UP! (OUT SEAT!)
GET! (ON YOUR FEET!), UP! (OUT SEAT!)

From our west coast instructor - I (Crooked I ...)

[Verse 2 - I]
My Daytons can keep me crushin the competition
Comin correct creatin the crazy composition
character, Calico carrier, got a crooked copper missin
Cali killers on candid cock
That was constant wordplay
Wordplay with Thursday and thirsty - if I'm thirst-ay!
I change the of words, per se
The language got to do whatever my verse say
So if you want to learn to rap, is how (this is how)
Right now I'm puttin swag in my (in my style)
It's a emphasis on the sentences
Then I give 'em with a laugh and a smile (and a smile)
If you want your verses to cost
Then your similes got to be hot as a live
You need better metaphors
For example, this song is a war zone and you listeners in the fire

From our east coast - Chino XL

3 - Chino XL]
Everybody start lockin their windows and doors, might get in
like light-ning, how I'm strikin a triflin rifleman
Bullets up and I'm numbin the bum, like it's Vicodin
So much metal in his spine, he could get rich the recycling! (yeah!)
Chino be curdlin blood, get burned from the buzz
I with conviction, like what Da Brat just heard from the judge
no love, industry hate me yo
I'd rather Hannah Montana, than half of you rappers on the radio!
Startin with Chino, God forbid
my lyrics on eBay, that's God for bid
Problem is Jesus is more than a man
with a delivery, like I drive a coroner van (damn)
I'm demented, spittin as sick as I can
Grenade grippin, to detonate Disneyland
I am teachin Sickology, try to follow how every punch line
Like Chris Brown's fist in the face of

Yes I got to be vicious, is Sickology

[Outro - and Screwed Voice - talking]
For who don't know what the fuck's goin on
is Sickology 101, you punk motherfuckers!
Hahaha, let's kill niggaz