Luyện nghe bài hát Sticky Icky Situation

[Verse 1: Anybody
My always said 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
Runnin' through the neighborhood, tearin' up
jackin' motherfuckers just to smoke a blunt
Sometimes I feel that my head up, and it really sucks
I hear voices me to do it (Do it)
How would you act if you had to live it?
Turnin' back on the gat, and I me an ounce
Now I'm addicted to the sound of a head gettin'
Do I smoke too much, cause I too much?
Are you mad cause I keep stealin' roaches bro
Yo P! (Yo what's up?) Turn my headphones up
Boy got me stoned from the sticky stuff
Weed's with my head, man I'm too damn high
Yo Violent J, you want the (Show you right!)
Man I can it in yo pocket (Roll it up)
Sandwich bag up like you ain't got enough
Always with your 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!)
Like you ain't heard, man we flippin' the
So unlock yo ziplock and let me us a spliff

[Verse 2: Blaze Ya Dead
When I it to you, bitch pass 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
y'all know how we get sparked a lot
Got the Faygo Cola with the twist
And when we all get together we see mist

[Verse 3: J]
I could a stick of dynamite and not be dead (POP!)
I like it it fuck with 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 will make the beard of a wiseman grow
Hydro, in a good way it fuck with my
And it you fucks would be dead
I rhymed dead and for the 17th time
We double rhymes, ABK and Violent J
If I loved Shaggy I'd have to be gay
In Californ-i-a, they they socks to they knees
NIA, Ninjas In we be deez
I like cheese, I'm a pleez
I slap fans cause I be a dick like that
I get rhymes sick like that
I'm fat and and I smell like weed everywhere
My homies call me The Bear
Tell that beware, don't come near here
Don't dare, unless you see my axe buddy partin' your 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
Until you out like pokadots
I'm tryin' to smoke a somethin' for my dogs who smoke
They cessed and stressed cause they all too broke
I'm like "bew-bew-bew-bew-bew" with the Anybody
Blowin' Indian tubleweed, we bitch feelas
Ghetto scrubs nubs 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 Homie]
Break it down and roll it up, blunts all night
to hit it too hard, the weed's that tight
Sticky situations, dehydrated
Cottonmouth creepin', the game got me