Luyện nghe bài hát Sticky Icky Situation

[Verse 1: Anybody
My teacher always said I be nothin'
So I met him in the lot said "I'ma killer" and then I rushed him
I feel like a nut
Runnin' the neighborhood, tearin' shit up
Straight jackin' motherfuckers just to smoke a
Sometimes I feel that my head 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 stole me an
Now I'm addicted to the sound of a gettin' whacked
Do I smoke too much, cause I too much?
Are you mad I keep stealin' your roaches bro
Yo P! (Yo what's up?) Turn my headphones up
Rude Boy got me stoned the sticky stuff
Weed's fuckin' my head, man I'm too damn high
Yo Violent J, you 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 your dogs, don't be shy
Cause when a drought comes, he might be yo main
Me and J smokin' pounds
So at least have a 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 pass it to you, bitch it back
don't smoke for free, where 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 Cola with the 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 cause it with my head
I stay weeded indeed, a need it
I can eat it to feed it, and keep it heated
Now who the fuck don't my flow?
You ain't heard my words will make the of a wiseman grow
Hydro, in a good way it fuck with my
And without it you fucks be dead
I dead and head for the 17th time
We double team rhymes, ABK and 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 cheese, I'm a serial pleez
I bitch fans cause I be a dick like that
I get wicked-wicky-wicky sick like that
I'm fat and fuzzy and I like weed everywhere
My call me Smokey The Bear
that pokey beware, don't come near here
Don't dare, unless you see my axe buddy partin' your hair
I'm a Southwest gang gangsta boy
Zug Island, Del Ray I ta toy
My boy Nate's the boy, my crew busts shots
Until you out like quamay's
I'm tryin' to smoke a somethin' for my dogs who smoke
They only cessed and stressed they all too broke
I'm like "bew-bew-bew-bew-bew" with the Anybody
Blowin' tubleweed, we bitch booty feelas
scrubs flippin' nubs at thugs
We drown 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: Ya Dead Homie]
Break it down and it up, smokin' blunts all night
Hesitate to hit it too hard, the that tight
Sticky icky situations,
Cottonmouth creepin', the game got me