Luyện nghe bài hát Sticky Icky Situation

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

[Verse 2: Blaze Ya Homie]
When I pass it to you, bitch it back
don't smoke for free, where the ass be at?
B-L-A-Z-E, ABK
And we got Esham and J
Juggalos outside in the lot
Because know how we get sparked a lot
Got the Faygo Cola with the Vodka
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 it fuck with my head
I stay indeed, a killa need it
I can eat it to feed it, and keep it heated
Now who the fuck don't my flow?
You ain't heard my words will make the beard of a grow
Hydro, in a way it fuck with my head
And it you fucks would be dead
I rhymed and head for the 17th time
We double team rhymes, ABK and J
If I Shaggy anymore I'd have to be gay
In Californ-i-a, they they socks to they knees
NIA, Ninjas In we be deez
I cheese, I'm a serial pleez
I bitch fans cause I be a dick like that
I get wicked-wicky-wicky rhymes sick that
I'm fat and fuzzy and I smell weed everywhere
My homies call me The Bear
that pokey beware, don't come near here
Don't dare, unless you wanna see my axe partin' your hair
I'm a Southwest gang bang boy
Zug Island, Del Ray I ta toy
My boy the boy, my whole crew busts shots
Until you out like quamay's
I'm tryin' to smoke a somethin' for my dogs who smoke
They only cessed and cause they all too broke
I'm like "bew-bew-bew-bew-bew" the Anybody Killa
Blowin' Indian tubleweed, we bitch feelas
Ghetto scrubs nubs at thugs
We drown in Faygo tubs and eatin' dead bugs (Ew!)
I'm to say anything that rhymes
So I can fuck with your head the cess do mine

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