Luyện nghe bài hát Sticky Icky Situation

(Anybody Killa)
My always said I wouldn't be nothing
So I met him in the lot said I'ma killer and then I rushed him
I feel like a nut
Running through the neighborhood shit up
Straight jacking just to smoke a blunt
Sometimes I feel that my fucked up
And it sucks
I hear telling me to do it (Do it)
How would you act if you had to live it?
Turning back on the gat, and I me an ounce
Now I'm to the sound of a head getting whacked
Do I smoke to much I choke to much?
Are you mad I keep stealing your roaches?
Yo P (Yo what's up?)
Turn my up
got me stoned 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 smell? it up)
Sandwich bag filled up but you got enough
Only with your road dogs, don't be shy
when a drought comes he might be yo main supply
Me and J smoking pounds
So at least a sack when you see us around
Like you ain't man we flipping the scripts
So unlock yo ziplock and let me grab us a
(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 Esham and J
Juggalos outside in the lot
Because know how we spark a lot
Got the Faygo Cola with the Vodka
And when we all get we see diamond mist
(Violent J)
I can smoke a stick of dinomite and not be
I it cause it fuck with my head
I stay weeded indeed, a killa 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 the beard of a wiseman grow
Hydro, in a way it fuck with my head
And without it you fucks be dead
I rhyme dead and for the 17th time
We double rhymes, ABK and Violent J
If I Shaggy anymore I'd have 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 fans cause I be a dick 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 pokey beware, don't come here
Don't dare unless you see my axe buddy parting your hair
I'm a gangbang gangsta boy
Zug Island, Del Ray, I to toy
My boy Nate's the boy, my crew busts shots
you out like quamay's pokadots
I'm trying to smoke a something for my dawgs who smoke
only ? and stress because they all to broke
I'm like bew-bew-bew-bew-bew the Anybody Killa
Blowing Indian Tubleweed, we bitch booty
Ghetto scrubs flipping at thugs
We drown in Faygo tubs and eating dead bugs
I'm trying to say anything that
So I can fuck your head like the ? do mine
(Blaze Ya Homie)
Break it down and roll it up, blunts all night
As it take to hit it to hard, the that tight
Sticky situations, dehydrated
mouth creeping, the gang got me faded
(Esham)
I'm in the with the sharks bleeding
That's why I be a killa for no reason,
My flows dope OZ's 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 ? with them
Detroit to advanced for them
We buying out the bar we don't with them
So if you ever get a chance to glance at
Baby boy say back, answer him

Yes that's the hell we are
See, me and Blaze, wicked
Full body armor, 5000 rounds and 2k's
I can on water, spit fire and ice
secrets making wine from rice
Still shoot up against the wall
So nice, still f-u-c-k the
Think twice the 3 blind mice
But don't me no advice
I like crystals in the jewelry heist
And still hoes like Heidi Fleiss