Luyện nghe bài hát Sticky Icky Situation

(Anybody Killa)
My always said I wouldn't be nothing
So I met him in the parking lot said I'ma killer and then I him
I feel like a nut
Running through the tearing shit up
Straight jacking mothafuckas to smoke a blunt
Sometimes I feel that my head up
And it really
I hear telling me to do it (Do it)
How you act if you had to live through it?
Turning back on the gat, and I me an ounce
Now I'm addicted to the sound of a getting whacked
Do I smoke to much I choke to much?
Are you mad cause I keep your roaches?
Yo Mike P (Yo up?)
Turn my up
Rudeboy got me from the sticky stuff
Weed fucking with my head, man I'm to damn
Yo J, you want the rest? (Show you right)
Man I can smell it in yo pocket (What's that Roll it up)
bag filled up but you ain't got enough
Only smoke with road dogs, don't be shy
Cause when a comes he might be yo main supply
Me and J steady pounds
So at have a sack when you see us around
Like you ain't man we flipping the scripts
So unlock yo ziplock and let me us a spliff
(Blaze Ya Homie)
When I pass it to you pass it back
Bitches don't for free, where the ass be at?
B-L-A-Z-E,
And we got Esham and J
Juggalos outside in the lot
Because ya'll know how we a lot
Got the Faygo Cola with the twist
And when we all get we see diamond mist
(Violent J)
I can smoke a stick of and not be dead
I it cause it fuck with my head
I stay weeded indeed, a need it
I can eat it to it, proceed and keep it heated
Now who the fuck don't my flow?
You ain't heard my words, I make the beard of a wiseman
Hydro, in a good way it with my head
And without it you fucks would be
I rhyme and head for the 17th time
We team rhymes, ABK and Violent J
If I loved Shaggy anymore I'd to be gay
In Californ-i-a, they they socks to they knees
NIA, Ninjas In we be dees
I like G's, I'm a cereal
I bitch slap fans I be a dick like that
I get wicked-wicky-wicky rhymes sick that
I'm fat and and I smell like weed everywhere
My call me Smokey the Bear
Tell that pokey beware, don't near here
dare unless you wanna see my axe buddy parting your hair
I'm a Southwest gangbang boy
Zug Island, Del Ray, I to toy
My boy Nate's the boy, my crew busts shots
Until you out like quamay's
I'm trying to smoke a something for my dawgs who smoke
They ? and stress because they all to broke
I'm bew-bew-bew-bew-bew with the Anybody Killa
Blowing Indian Tubleweed, we bitch booty
Ghetto flipping nubs at thugs
We drown faggots in tubs and eating dead bugs
I'm trying to say that rhymes
So I can with your head like the ? do mine
(Blaze Ya Homie)
it down and roll it up, smoking blunts all night
As it to hit it to hard, the weeds that tight
Sticky icky situations,
Cotton mouth creeping, the gang got me
(Esham)
I'm in the with the sharks bleeding
why I be a killa for no reason, speeding
My flows dope like and crush pounds and trees and
I'm all
Veteran, no one does it better than (We)
E and J, ABK
And my man and them (What's up?)
And I always blow ? them
Detroit playas to advanced for
We buying out the bar we don't dance with
So if you ever get a to glance at them
Baby boy say back, answer him

Yes what the hell we are
See, me and Blaze, ways
body armor, 5000 rounds and about 2k's
I can walk on water, fire and ice
Chinese secrets making wine from
Still dice up against the wall
So nice, still the po-lice
Think twice like the 3 mice
But don't me no advice
I like crystals in the jewelry heist
And still hoes like Heidi Fleiss