Luyện nghe bài hát Sickology 101

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

[Verse 1 - N9ne]
This is I use pitch, to catch and seduce chicks
To the true sick, mellow tone is what you spit
the pattern, bust out that quick midwest chatter
Some people hate but it ain't matterin, but the people gather, it's
Switchin the pitch, mixin, there's no need to be in this bitch
Spittin full clips on a mission for bliss when I be this shit
Make it excitin, got to be invitin when you're writin your
be dick ridin, if you're goin to be bitin, you're ignitin the beast
is melodic, melodies, if you got it
Mix it hot as tamales, you off-key is garbage
If you can't an octave in a pocket, you need to stop it
Have confidence, speak conviction, don't put 'em asleep when you rock it
This is harmony, Nina's you through it
Make it buttery, beautiful, make it fluid
101 is in session, I thought you knew it
We murderin in music, that's how we do it!

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

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

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

From our east coast instructor - XL

[Verse 3 - XL]
Everybody start lockin windows and doors, Chino might get in
It's like light-ning, how I'm strikin a rifleman
Bullets flyin up and I'm numbin the bum, like Vicodin
So much 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 the judge
no love, industry hate me yo
I'd hear Hannah Montana, than half of you rappers on the radio!
drama with Chino, God forbid
Auction my on eBay, that's God for bid
Problem is lyric is more than a man
with a sick delivery, I drive a coroner van (damn)
I'm demented, spittin writtens as as I can
Grenade grippin, fittin to detonate
I am teachin Sickology, try to follow how every punch line
Chris Brown's fist in the face of Rihanna

Yes I got to be vicious, this is

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