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 hear that dovey shit - get the fuck out!
If you soft and scared of shit - get the fuck out!
For who love raw shit - welcome to Sickology 101
Your instructor for today is - N9ne!

1 - Tech N9ne]
This is style I use pitch, to and seduce chicks
To signal the true sick, mellow tone is what you
Switchin the pattern, bust out quick 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 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 can't an octave in a pocket, you need to stop it
Have confidence, speak with conviction, don't put 'em asleep when you it
This is harmony, Nina's you through it
Make it buttery, beautiful, make it fluid
Sickology 101 is in session, I you knew it
We motherfuckers in music, that's how we do it!

GET! (ON YOUR FEET!), UP! (OUT SEAT!)
GET! (ON YOUR FEET!), UP! (OUT SEAT!)
GET! (ON YOUR FEET!), UP! (OUT SEAT!)
Such an oddity with it, this is
GET! (ON FEET!), UP! (OUT YOUR SEAT!)
GET! (ON YOUR FEET!), UP! (OUT 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 the competition
Comin correct when the crazy composition
character, Calico carrier, got a crooked copper missin
Cali on candid cock emissions
That was consonant wordplay
Wordplay 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 learn to rap, is how (this is how)
now I'm puttin 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 cost
Then your got to be hot as a live wire
You need some metaphors
For example, this song is a war zone and you listeners in the fire

From our east coast - Chino XL

[Verse 3 - XL]
Everybody start lockin their windows and doors, might get in
It's light-ning, how I'm strikin a triflin rifleman
Bullets flyin up and I'm numbin the bum, it's Vicodin
So much in his spine, he could get rich from the recycling! (yeah!)
Chino be curdlin blood, don't get from the buzz
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 with Chino, God
my lyrics on eBay, that's God for bid
Problem is lyric is more than a man
a sick delivery, like I drive a coroner van (damn)
I'm demented, spittin as sick as I can
Grenade grippin, fittin to detonate
I am teachin Sickology, try to follow how punch line hits
Like Chris Brown's fist in the face of

Yes I got to be vicious, this is

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