Luyện nghe bài hát Sticky Icky Situation

[Verse 1: Killa]
My teacher always I wouldn't be nothin'
So I met him in the parking lot said "I'ma killer" and then I him
I feel like a nut
Runnin' through the neighborhood, shit up
Straight jackin' motherfuckers just to a blunt
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 through it?
back on the gat, and I stole me an ounce
Now I'm addicted to the of a head gettin' whacked
Do I smoke too much, cause I choke too
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
fuckin' with my head, man I'm too damn high
Yo J, you want the rest? (Show you right!)
Man I can it in yo pocket (Roll it up)
Sandwich bag filled up you ain't got enough
Always smoke your road dogs, don't be shy
when a drought comes, he might be yo main supply
Me and J steady smokin'
So at have 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]
I pass 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 Esham and J
Juggalos in the parking 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

[Verse 3: J]
I could a stick of dynamite and not be dead (POP!)
I like it cause it fuck with my
I weeded indeed, a killa need it
I can eat it to feed it, and keep it heated
Now who the fuck like my flow?
You heard my words will make the beard of a wiseman grow
Hydro, in a good way it fuck my head
And without it you fucks be dead
I dead 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, they pull socks to they knees
NIA, Ninjas In Action we be
I like cheese, I'm a pleez
I bitch slap cause I be a dick like that
I get rhymes sick like that
I'm fat and fuzzy and I smell weed everywhere
My call me Smokey 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 gang 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 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
Indian tubleweed, we bitch booty feelas
Ghetto scrubs flippin' at thugs
We faggots in Faygo tubs and eatin' dead bugs (Ew!)
I'm to say anything that rhymes
So I can fuck with your head like the do mine

[Hook x2: Blaze Ya Dead
Break it down and roll it up, blunts all night
Hesitate to hit it too hard, the weed's that
Sticky situations, dehydrated
Cottonmouth creepin', the game got me