Luyện nghe bài hát Sticky Icky Situation

(Anybody Killa)
My teacher always said I be nothing
So I met him in the parking lot said I'ma killer and then I him
Sometimes I feel a nut
Running through the neighborhood shit up
Straight mothafuckas just to smoke a blunt
Sometimes I feel that my head up
And it really
I hear telling me to do it (Do it)
How would you act if you had to through it?
Turning back on the gat, and I me an ounce
Now I'm addicted to the sound of a head whacked
Do I smoke to much cause I to much?
Are you mad cause I stealing your roaches?
Yo Mike P (Yo up?)
Turn my up
Rudeboy got me from the sticky stuff
Weed fucking my head, man I'm to damn high
Yo Violent J, you want the (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 your road dogs, be shy
when a drought comes he might be yo main supply
Me and J steady pounds
So at least have a when you see us around
Like you ain't heard man we the scripts
So unlock yo ziplock and let me us a spliff
(Blaze Ya Homie)
I pass it to you bitch pass it back
Bitches smoke for free, where the ass be at?
B-L-A-Z-E,
And we got and Violent J
Juggalos in the parking lot
Because ya'll know how we a lot
Got the Cola with the Vodka twist
And we all get together we see diamond mist
(Violent J)
I can a stick of dinomite and not be dead
I it cause it fuck with my head
I stay weeded indeed, a need it
I can eat it to feed it, and keep it heated
Now who the don't like my flow?
You ain't heard my words, I make the of a wiseman grow
Hydro, in a good way it fuck my head
And without it you fucks be dead
I rhyme dead and head for the time
We double rhymes, ABK and Violent J
If I loved Shaggy anymore I'd to be gay
In Californ-i-a, they pull they socks to they
NIA, Ninjas In Action we be
I like G's, I'm a cereal
I bitch slap cause I be a dick like that
I get wicked-wicky-wicky sick like that
I'm fat and fuzzy and I smell like weed
My homies call me Smokey the
Tell that beware, don't come near here
Don't dare unless you wanna see my axe buddy parting hair
I'm a Southwest gangsta 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 a litte something for my dawgs who smoke
They only ? and stress because all to broke
I'm like with the Anybody Killa
Blowing Indian Tubleweed, we booty feelas
Ghetto scrubs flipping nubs at
We drown faggots in Faygo tubs and eating bugs
I'm trying to say that rhymes
So I can fuck with your head the ? do mine
(Blaze Ya Homie)
Break it and roll it up, smoking blunts all night
As it take to hit it to hard, the that tight
icky situations, dehydrated
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 OZ's and pounds and trees and
I'm all
Veteran, no one it better than they (We)
E and J, ABK
And that's my man and (What's up?)
And I always ? with them
playas to advanced for them
We buying out the bar we don't with them
So if you ever get a chance to at them
Baby boy say holla back, him

Yes that's what the we are
See, me and Blaze, wicked
body armor, 5000 rounds and about 2k's
I can on water, spit fire and ice
Chinese secrets wine from rice
Still dice up against the wall
So nice, still the po-lice
Think twice like the 3 blind
But give me no advice
I like crystals in the jewelry heist
And still pimp like Heidi Fleiss