Luyện nghe bài hát Sticky Icky Situation

[Verse 1: Anybody
My always said 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' just to smoke a blunt
I feel that my head fucked up, and it really sucks
I voices tellin' 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 gettin' whacked
Do I smoke too much, cause I too much?
Are you mad cause I keep your roaches bro
Yo Mike P! (Yo what's up?) my headphones up
Boy got me stoned from the sticky stuff
Weed's fuckin' with my head, man I'm too 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 ain't got
Always smoke with road dogs, don't be shy
when a drought comes, he might be yo main supply
Me and J steady pounds
So at least have a when you see us around (Biatch!)
Like you ain't heard, man we flippin' the
So unlock yo and let me grab us a spliff

[Verse 2: Ya Dead Homie]
When I pass it to you, pass it back
Bitches don't for free, where the ass be at?
B-L-A-Z-E, ABK
And we got and Violent J
Juggalos in the parking lot
Because y'all know how we get a lot
Got the Faygo Cola with the twist
And when we all get we see diamond mist

[Verse 3: J]
I could smoke a stick of dynamite and not be (POP!)
I it cause 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 ain't heard my words will 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 head for the 17th
We team rhymes, ABK and Violent J
If I Shaggy anymore I'd have to be gay
In Californ-i-a, they they socks to they knees
NIA, In Action we be deez
I like cheese, I'm a pleez
I bitch fans cause I be a dick like that
I get rhymes sick 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 partin' your
I'm a Southwest bang gangsta boy
Zug Island, Del Ray I ta toy
My boy Nate's the boy, my crew busts shots
you out like quamay's pokadots
I'm tryin' to smoke a litte somethin' for my dogs who
They only cessed and cause they all too broke
I'm "bew-bew-bew-bew-bew" with the Anybody Killa
Blowin' Indian tubleweed, we bitch feelas
Ghetto flippin' nubs at thugs
We drown faggots in Faygo tubs and eatin' bugs (Ew!)
I'm tryin' to say anything rhymes
So I can fuck with your head like the do mine

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