Luyện nghe bài hát Sticky Icky Situation

[Verse 1: Anybody
My teacher always said I be nothin'
So I met him in the parking lot "I'ma killer" and then I rushed him
Sometimes I like a nut
Runnin' through the neighborhood, shit up
Straight jackin' just to smoke a blunt
Sometimes I feel my head fucked up, and it really sucks
I hear voices me to do it (Do it)
How would you act if you had to through it?
Turnin' on the gat, and I stole me an ounce
Now I'm addicted to the of a head gettin' whacked
Do I too much, cause I choke too much?
Are you mad cause I stealin' your roaches bro
Yo Mike P! (Yo what's up?) Turn my up
Rude Boy got me from 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 up like you ain't got enough
Always smoke with your dogs, don't be shy
Cause when a comes, he might be yo main supply
Me and J smokin' pounds
So at least have a sack when you see us (Biatch!)
Like you heard, man we flippin' the scripts
So unlock yo ziplock and let me grab us a

[Verse 2: Ya Dead Homie]
I pass it to you, bitch pass it back
Bitches 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
y'all know how we get sparked a lot
Got the Faygo Cola 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 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 don't like my flow?
You heard my words will make the beard of a wiseman grow
Hydro, in a good way it fuck with my
And without it you fucks be dead
I rhymed 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 to they knees
NIA, Ninjas In we be deez
I cheese, I'm a serial pleez
I bitch slap fans I be a dick like that
I get wicked-wicky-wicky rhymes like that
I'm fat and fuzzy and I smell like weed
My call me Smokey The Bear
Tell that pokey beware, don't near here
Don't dare, unless you wanna see my axe buddy your hair
I'm a Southwest gang bang boy
Zug Island, Del Ray I ta toy
My boy Nate's the boy, my crew busts shots
Until you out like pokadots
I'm tryin' to smoke a litte for my dogs who smoke
They cessed and stressed cause they all too broke
I'm "bew-bew-bew-bew-bew" with the Anybody Killa
Blowin' Indian tubleweed, we bitch feelas
scrubs flippin' nubs at thugs
We drown faggots in Faygo and eatin' dead bugs (Ew!)
I'm tryin' to say anything that
So I can with your head like the cess do mine

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