Luyện nghe bài hát Sickology 101

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

[Verse 1 - N9ne]
is style I use pitch, to catch and seduce chicks
To signal the true sick, mellow tone is what you
Switchin the pattern, bust out that midwest chatter
Some people hate but it matterin, but the people gather, it's flatterin
Switchin the pitch, mixin, there's no need to be stiff in bitch
Spittin full clips on a mission for bliss I be rippin this shit
it excitin, got to be invitin when you're writin your piece
Never be dick ridin, if goin to be bitin, you're ignitin the beast
is melodic, melodies, if you got it
Mix it hot as tamales, you singin is garbage
If you can't keep an octave in a pocket, you to stop it
Have confidence, speak with conviction, don't put 'em when you rock it
This is harmony, Nina's taking you it
it buttery, utterly beautiful, make it fluid
Sickology 101 is in session, I thought you 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 FEET!), UP! (OUT YOUR SEAT!)
an oddity with it, this is Sickology
GET! (ON FEET!), UP! (OUT YOUR SEAT!)
GET! (ON YOUR FEET!), UP! (OUT SEAT!)
GET! (ON YOUR FEET!), UP! (OUT SEAT!)

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

[Verse 2 - I]
My killer Daytons can me crushin the competition
Comin correct when creatin the composition
character, Calico 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 whatever my say
So if you to learn to rap, this is how (this is how)
Right now I'm puttin in my style (in my style)
It's a emphasis on the sentences
Then I 'em charisma with a laugh and a smile (and a smile)
If you want your verses to higher
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 cross

From our east instructor - Chino XL

[Verse 3 - XL]
Everybody start their windows and doors, Chino might get in
It's like light-ning, how I'm strikin a rifleman
Bullets flyin up and I'm the bum, like it's Vicodin
So much metal in his spine, he could get rich the recycling! (yeah!)
Chino be curdlin blood, don't get burned from the
I speak with conviction, like what Da Brat just from the judge
Bludgeon no love, industry me yo
I'd hear Hannah Montana, than half of you rappers on the radio!
Startin drama Chino, God forbid
my lyrics on eBay, that's God for bid
Problem is lyric is more than a man
with a sick delivery, like I drive a van (damn)
I'm demented, writtens as sick as I can
Grenade grippin, fittin to detonate
I am teachin Sickology, try to follow how every line hits
Like Chris fist in the face of Rihanna

Yes I got to be vicious, is Sickology

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