Luyện nghe bài hát Sticky Icky Situation

[Verse 1: Anybody
My teacher always I wouldn't be nothin'
So I met him in the parking lot said "I'ma killer" and I rushed him
I feel like a nut
Runnin' through the neighborhood, shit up
Straight motherfuckers just to smoke a blunt
Sometimes I feel that my fucked up, and it really sucks
I voices tellin' me to do it (Do it)
How would you act if you had to live it?
Turnin' back on the gat, and I me an ounce
Now I'm addicted to the sound of a head whacked
Do I smoke too much, cause I too much?
Are you mad cause I keep stealin' your bro
Yo Mike P! (Yo what's up?) Turn my up
Rude Boy got me stoned from the sticky
Weed's with my head, man I'm too damn high
Yo Violent J, you want the (Show you right!)
Man I can smell it in yo (Roll it up)
Sandwich bag filled up you ain't got enough
Always with your 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 (Biatch!)
you ain't heard, man we flippin' the scripts
So yo ziplock and let me grab us a spliff

[Verse 2: Ya Dead Homie]
When I it to you, bitch pass it back
Bitches don't for free, where the ass be at?
B-L-A-Z-E, ABK
And we got and Violent J
Juggalos outside in the lot
y'all know how we get sparked a lot
Got the Cola with the Vodka twist
And when we all get together we see diamond

3: Violent J]
I could smoke a stick of dynamite and not be (POP!)
I like it cause it with my head
I stay weeded indeed, a need it
I can eat it to feed it, proceed and it heated
Now who the fuck don't like my
You ain't heard my will make the beard of a wiseman grow
Hydro, in a good way it fuck with my
And without it you fucks would be
I dead and head for the 17th time
We double rhymes, ABK and Violent J
If I loved anymore I'd have to be gay
In Californ-i-a, pull they socks to they knees
NIA, Ninjas In Action we be
I like cheese, I'm a serial
I bitch slap fans I be a dick like that
I get wicked-wicky-wicky sick like that
I'm fat and fuzzy and I smell weed everywhere
My homies call me The Bear
Tell that pokey beware, don't come near
Don't dare, unless you wanna see my axe partin' your hair
I'm a Southwest gang gangsta boy
Zug Island, Del Ray I ta toy
My boy Nate's the boy, my whole busts shots
Until you out quamay's pokadots
I'm tryin' to a litte somethin' for my dogs who smoke
They cessed and stressed cause they all too broke
I'm like "bew-bew-bew-bew-bew" the Anybody Killa
Blowin' Indian tubleweed, we bitch booty
Ghetto scrubs flippin' at thugs
We drown faggots in Faygo tubs and eatin' bugs (Ew!)
I'm tryin' to say that rhymes
So I can fuck with your like the cess do mine

x2: Blaze Ya Dead Homie]
Break it down and roll it up, smokin' all night
Hesitate to hit it too hard, the that tight
Sticky icky situations,
creepin', the game got me faded