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

1:
OOH WEE! got that good sticky weed! Get it in a swisher,
Pass it to my nigga. better pick up a gun, you better prepare
Got my eyes closed, let the go everywhere
45 on the freeway, nigga le-way
Higher then a kite I'm rollin through the alley
Pass me a black and white, But that's my boy cause me and his is tight
And the is lime-green, betta catch it from a chronic seed
And it was callin me...oh yeah. I can't wait 'til this in the air
everywhere...
I hail...a little bitty that was sellin the rocks on the Clair
And the devil is here...and he wants soul. To rot with his in hell, hell...
Then again they put a nigga in jail...when I'm just tryna get by
But I use to sell...and now I it alone 'cause I'm doin well, well..
I sold out!
I can do what I wanna. My baby momma money. I never hold out!
Hey, bitch hold up. And try to me all thawed-ed out
Man, I'ma be up. No doubt! I'm blowin up...

2:
Rap and the crack, and the dice, when I get on bracklin'
And it'll be the 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 dail for my "0-9-9"
Dail for the chron, nigga, let the cops come
I'll be runnin wit mine, like we got rock
Feelin fine, and my heart's runnin
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 nigga really got and bills, wit the crew
I'ma pay them nigga, you already knew-baby baller I all my trues
"How does it to weed?" "Fuck the weed! Relate to me. The real 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
I'll be in the wit titenium..."damn, that's the shit I'm smokin'"
Weed got a mothafucka thinkinn...Yeah. Up, jumped in the cab and rushed, but B cant catch the bus. I'm goin to see my broad. And y'all niggaz, I'm in love. Ain't nobody finna stop me, dawg...
"What's with the dreads? You might be wanting to ya bidness there, yellow man."
Man fuck you nigga! Young to the hood, dawg. I got the weed and I'ma break the bread, yeah...uh...
On the freeway like we was riding a limo. Fuck that.
Windows was tinted. me and it's like Sizzler-crush grass.
'Til it finished, we puffed and pass (give it back!)
And Im on point, I got my mind on the hour glass
"Ey, why the fuck you not driving Hurry up, I got ass-to-mash.
And I'm there.