Luyện nghe bài hát Sticky Icky Situation

[Verse 1: Anybody
My teacher said I wouldn't be nothin'
So I met him in the parking lot said "I'ma killer" and then I him
Sometimes I feel a nut
Runnin' through the neighborhood, tearin' up
Straight jackin' motherfuckers to smoke a blunt
Sometimes I feel that my head fucked up, and it really
I voices tellin' me to do it (Do it)
How would you act if you had to through it?
back on the gat, and I stole me an ounce
Now I'm addicted to the sound of a gettin' whacked
Do I smoke too much, I choke too much?
Are you mad cause I stealin' your roaches bro
Yo Mike P! (Yo up?) Turn my headphones up
Rude Boy got me from the sticky stuff
Weed's with 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 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 a sack when you see us around (Biatch!)
Like you ain't heard, man we flippin' the
So yo ziplock and let me grab us a spliff

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

[Verse 3: J]
I could smoke a stick of dynamite and not be (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 like my flow?
You ain't heard my words will make the of a wiseman grow
Hydro, in a good way it fuck my head
And without it you would be dead
I rhymed and head for the 17th time
We double rhymes, ABK and Violent J
If I loved Shaggy anymore I'd to be gay
In Californ-i-a, pull they socks to they knees
NIA, In Action we be deez
I like cheese, I'm a serial
I bitch slap fans cause I be a dick like
I get rhymes sick like that
I'm fat and fuzzy and I like weed everywhere
My homies me Smokey The Bear
Tell that pokey beware, don't near here
Don't dare, unless you wanna see my axe buddy partin' hair
I'm a Southwest bang gangsta boy
Zug Island, Del Ray I ta toy
My boy Nate's the boy, my whole busts shots
you out like quamay's pokadots
I'm tryin' to smoke a litte somethin' for my who smoke
They only cessed and stressed cause they all too
I'm like "bew-bew-bew-bew-bew" the Anybody Killa
Indian tubleweed, we bitch booty feelas
Ghetto scrubs nubs at thugs
We drown faggots in Faygo tubs and eatin' dead (Ew!)
I'm tryin' to say anything rhymes
So I can fuck with head like the cess do mine

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