Luyện nghe bài hát Sticky Icky Situation

[Verse 1: Killa]
My teacher always said I be nothin'
So I met him in the parking lot said "I'ma killer" and I rushed him
I feel like a nut
Runnin' the neighborhood, tearin' shit up
Straight jackin' just to smoke a blunt
Sometimes I feel that my fucked up, and it really sucks
I voices tellin' me to do it (Do it)
How would you act if you had to through it?
Turnin' back on the gat, and I stole me an
Now I'm addicted to the sound of a head whacked
Do I smoke too much, I choke too much?
Are you mad cause I keep stealin' your bro
Yo Mike P! (Yo up?) Turn my headphones up
Rude Boy got me stoned 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 smell it in yo (Roll it up)
Sandwich bag filled up like you got enough
Always smoke with your dogs, don't be shy
Cause a drought comes, he might be yo main supply
Me and J smokin' pounds
So at least have a 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]
When I pass it to you, pass it back
Bitches don't smoke for free, the ass be at?
B-L-A-Z-E, ABK
And we got Esham and J
outside in the parking lot
Because y'all know how we get a lot
Got the Faygo with the Vodka twist
And when we all get we see diamond mist

[Verse 3: J]
I smoke a stick of dynamite and not be dead (POP!)
I like it cause it fuck my head
I stay weeded indeed, a killa it
I can eat it to feed it, proceed and keep it
Now who the fuck don't my flow?
You ain't my words will make the beard of a wiseman grow
Hydro, in a way it fuck with my head
And it you fucks would be dead
I rhymed dead and head for the 17th
We double team rhymes, ABK and J
If I loved Shaggy anymore I'd to be gay
In Californ-i-a, they pull they socks to they
NIA, Ninjas In Action we be
I like cheese, I'm a serial
I bitch slap fans cause I be a dick that
I get wicked-wicky-wicky rhymes like that
I'm fat and fuzzy and I smell like weed
My homies 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 gang 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 somethin' for my dogs who smoke
They only and stressed cause they all too broke
I'm "bew-bew-bew-bew-bew" with the Anybody Killa
Blowin' Indian tubleweed, we bitch feelas
Ghetto scrubs flippin' nubs at
We faggots in Faygo tubs and eatin' dead bugs (Ew!)
I'm tryin' to say that 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
to hit it too hard, the weed's that tight
Sticky situations, dehydrated
Cottonmouth creepin', the game got me