Luyện nghe bài hát Spies

Sick and tired, the way they
Sick and tired, the way talk
Sick and tired, the they say
and tired, where's my J?
Sick and tired, old song
Sick and tired, my bong?
and tired, anarchy!

Spies, they're all me
Spies, in county
Spies, my their bounty
in the air..

Neighborhood is after us
The neighborhood don't like Richter's bus
The neighborhood watch is they say
But when I see them walkin' towards me, I another...

X is the title they use
When I'm down MacKenzie Avenue
that I see, lookin' at me like a vandal
Maybe cause I'm wheelin' in some Dickies and sandals
Man, I what you mean when you talk about the neighborhood
The old folks always sayin' that we ain't no
Talkin to my pops about my
we should keep it down and not abuse it
Man, I sweat those old ass bastards
I just sit on the curb and my herb and get plastered
They work on they lawns, they so bored
I think their ass should in the county morgue
They're postin' up signs, man I think they should
Talkin' if I don't call the cops then my neighbor
from city to city it's all the same
The watch is a big ass gang

Sick and tired, the way walk
Sick and tired, the way talk
Sick and tired, the they say
and tired, Where's my J?
Sick and tired, same old
Sick and tired, where's my
and tired, anarchy!

Spies, all around me
Spies, in every
Spies, my head's their
in the air...

The neighborhood is after us
The watch don't like Richter's bus
The neighborhood watch is what say,
But when I they're walkin' towards me, I light another...

Every night the street lights come on
We usually gather round, rips from the bong
This John Wayne Country, block
A bunch of housewives that wanna be cops
Cook and clean, the life of
Take Kottonmouth's advice and call Craig
They mind control, when we were in school
Wanna see us life under the golden rule
out the windows, folks always look in
Minding my when they should be cooking
Bored is how life must be
Wait till there's a real on our street
when, you'll go off run and hide
Leaving behind protectin' neighborhood pride
the criminals are lying dead in the streets
Kottonmouth's returning all the TVs
Yeah but all right, it's all good
Now you know who's this neighborhood
Because from city to city it's all the
The neighborhood is a bitch ass gang

and tired, the way they walk
Sick and tired, the way talk
and tired, the things they say
Sick and tired, my J?
Sick and tired, same old
and tired, where's my bong?
and tired, anarchy!

Spies, all around me
Spies, in every
Spies, my head's bounty
in the air...