Luyện nghe bài hát Sickology 101

[Intro - Chopped and Screwed - talking]
Hey, now sit down and shut the fuck up!
Class is now in
If you came to hear that lovey dovey shit - get the fuck out!
If you and scared of hardcore shit - get the fuck out!
For those who love raw - welcome to Sickology 101
instructor for today is - Tech N9ne!

[Verse 1 - N9ne]
is style I use pitch, to catch and seduce chicks
To signal the true sick, tone is what you spit
Switchin the pattern, bust out 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 stiff in bitch
full clips on a mission for bliss when 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, ignitin the beast
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, speak with conviction, don't put 'em when you rock it
is harmony, Nina's taking you through it
Make it buttery, utterly beautiful, make it
Sickology 101 is in session, I you knew it
We murderin in music, that's how we do it!

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

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

2 - Crooked I]
My Daytons can keep me crushin the competition
correct when creatin the crazy composition
Cannibal character, Calico carrier, got a crooked missin
Cali killers on cock emissions
That was consonant wordplay
Wordplay rhymes with Thursday and - if I'm thirst-ay!
I change the of words, per se
The English got to do whatever my verse say
So if you to learn to rap, this is how (this is how)
now I'm puttin swag in my style (in my style)
It's a on the simplest sentences
I give 'em charisma with a laugh and a smile (and a smile)
If you want your verses to higher
your similes got to be hot as a live wire
You some better metaphors
For example, this song is a war zone and you listeners in the fire

From our east instructor - Chino XL

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

Yes I got to be vicious, this is

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