Luyện nghe bài hát Sticky Icky Situation

[Verse 1: Killa]
My teacher always said I wouldn't be
So I met him in the parking lot said "I'ma killer" and I rushed him
Sometimes I feel a nut
Runnin' the neighborhood, tearin' shit up
Straight jackin' motherfuckers just to smoke a
Sometimes I feel that my head up, and it really sucks
I hear tellin' me to do it (Do it)
How would you act if you had to live it?
Turnin' on the gat, and I stole me an ounce
Now I'm to the sound of a head gettin' whacked
Do I smoke too much, I choke too much?
Are you mad cause I keep your roaches bro
Yo Mike P! (Yo what's up?) my headphones up
Rude Boy got me from the sticky stuff
Weed's fuckin' with my head, man I'm too high
Yo Violent J, you the rest? (Show you right!)
Man I can it in yo pocket (Roll it up)
Sandwich bag filled up like you got enough
smoke with your road dogs, don't be shy
Cause a drought comes, he might be yo main supply
Me and J steady smokin'
So at least have a sack when you see us (Biatch!)
you ain't heard, man we flippin' the scripts
So unlock yo ziplock and let me us a spliff

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

3: Violent J]
I could a stick of dynamite and not be dead (POP!)
I like it cause it fuck my head
I weeded indeed, a killa need it
I can eat it to feed it, proceed and keep it
Now who the fuck don't my flow?
You ain't my words will make the beard of a wiseman grow
Hydro, in a good way it with my head
And without it you fucks would be
I dead and head for the 17th time
We double team rhymes, ABK and J
If I loved Shaggy I'd have to be gay
In Californ-i-a, they pull they socks to they
NIA, Ninjas In we be deez
I cheese, I'm a serial pleez
I bitch slap cause I be a dick like that
I get wicked-wicky-wicky rhymes sick that
I'm fat and fuzzy and I like 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 buddy partin' your
I'm a Southwest bang gangsta boy
Zug Island, Del Ray I ta toy
My boy Nate's the boy, my whole crew busts
Until you out like pokadots
I'm tryin' to smoke a litte somethin' for my who smoke
They only cessed and stressed cause all too broke
I'm like "bew-bew-bew-bew-bew" with the Killa
Blowin' Indian tubleweed, we bitch booty
Ghetto scrubs flippin' nubs at
We drown faggots in Faygo tubs and dead bugs (Ew!)
I'm tryin' to say anything that
So I can fuck your head like the cess do mine

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