Luyện nghe bài hát Sickology 101

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

[Verse 1 - Tech
This is style I use pitch, to catch and chicks
To signal the true sick, mellow tone is you spit
Switchin the pattern, bust out that midwest chatter
Some people but it ain't matterin, but the people gather, it's flatterin
Switchin the pitch, mixin, there's no to be stiff in this bitch
Spittin full clips on a mission for bliss when I be rippin shit
Make it excitin, got to be invitin when writin your piece
Never be dick ridin, if you're 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 keep an octave in a pocket, you need to stop it
Have confidence, speak with conviction, put 'em asleep when you rock it
This is harmony, Nina's you through it
it buttery, utterly beautiful, make it fluid
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, is Sickology
GET! (ON FEET!), UP! (OUT YOUR SEAT!)
GET! (ON FEET!), UP! (OUT YOUR SEAT!)
GET! (ON FEET!), UP! (OUT YOUR SEAT!)

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

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

From our east coast instructor - XL

[Verse 3 - XL]
Everybody start their windows and doors, Chino might get in
It's like light-ning, how I'm a triflin rifleman
flyin up and I'm numbin the bum, like it's Vicodin
So much metal in his spine, he could get from the recycling! (yeah!)
be curdlin blood, don't get burned from the buzz
I speak with conviction, like what Da Brat just heard the judge
Bludgeon no love, industry me yo
I'd rather hear Hannah Montana, 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
grippin, fittin to detonate Disneyland
I am teachin Sickology, try to follow how every punch hits
Like Chris Brown's fist in the face of

Yes I got to be vicious, is Sickology

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