Luyện nghe bài hát Sticky Icky

I got sticky-icky... (3 x's)
I got sticky-icky...blue bonic shizzle for yo grizzle nizzle...
Fa'shizzle. fo'sheezaayy!

[I got that sticky-icky...blue bonic chronic for yo nizzle...
In yo' grizzle. fo'sheezaayy...
I got sticky-icky...blue bonic chronic for yo grizzle nizzle...
Fa'shizzle. fo'sheezaayy!

1:
OOH WEE! got that good sticky weed! Get it in a swisher,
it to my nigga. Mothafucka better pick up a gun, you better prepare
Got my eyes closed, let the smoke go
45 on the freeway, nigga gimme
Higher then a kite while I'm rollin the alley
Pass me a black and white, But that's my boy cause me and his kids is
And the weed is lime-green, betta catch it from a chronic
And it was callin me...oh yeah. I wait 'til this shit's in the air
everywhere...
I hail...a little bitty nigga that was sellin the on the Clair
And the devil is here...and he your soul. To rot with his in hell, hell...
again they could put a nigga in jail...when I'm just tryna get by
But I use to sell...and now I leave it alone I'm doin well, well..
I sold out!
I can do what I wanna. My baby want money. I never hold out!
Hey, bitch up. And try to leave me all thawed-ed out
Man, I'ma be up. No doubt! I'm blowin up...

2:
Rap and the crack, and the dice, like I get on bracklin'
And be the Dope Man. And that nigga sold crack
And man...humiliation to the black man, black man...
My smoke weed, my daddy smoke weed
Hell, we all weed...
So I'm havin my fun, so give me what me need,
I like ta got up in "High Times", I even gotta for my nigga "0-9-9"
Dail for the chron, nigga, don't let the cops
'cause be runnin wit mine, like we got rock
Feelin fine, and my heart's already
I get the drama and steady comin, a c'mon...
(Inhales) "What you do?" "It's on you, wayy...all day everyday" hey...
Fuck! do shit. Got thangs to do
A really got kids and bills, wit the crew
I'ma pay them nigga, you already knew-baby baller I call all my
"How does it relate to weed?" "Fuck the weed! Relate to me. The nigga with the T.H.C.
And no G.H.B...these are the last days. me a sweet! A-c'mon! A-c'mon!

I'm up... (8 x's)
(Chronic, chronic, chronic...)

3:
I'm ready for the war...still got time to let the cure
Watch for the women with STD sores, blessed in the I got to get soar
And of adrenaline...in your...mellinium...full of my drink
be in the back wit titenium..."damn, that's the shit I'm smokin'"
Weed got a thinkinn...Yeah. Up, jumped in the cab and rushed, but B cant catch the bus. I'm goin to see my broad. And fuck y'all niggaz, I'm in love. Ain't nobody finna stop me, dawg...
"What's the dreads? You might be wanting to mind ya bidness there, yellow man."
Man fuck you nigga! Young nigga to the hood, dawg. I got the weed and break the bread, yeah...uh...
On the freeway like we was riding a limo. Fuck that.
was tinted. It's me and it's like Sizzler-crush grass.
'Til it finished, we puffed and pass (give it back!)
And Im still on point, I got my mind on the glass
"Ey, why the fuck you not driving Hurry up, I got ass-to-mash.
And I'm there.