Luyện nghe bài hát Sticky Icky Situation

[Verse 1: Anybody
My teacher always said I wouldn't be
So I met him in the parking lot "I'ma killer" and then I rushed him
Sometimes I like a nut
Runnin' through the neighborhood, shit up
Straight jackin' motherfuckers just to smoke a
Sometimes I feel that my fucked up, and it really sucks
I voices tellin' me to do it (Do it)
How you act if you had to live through it?
Turnin' on the gat, and I stole me an ounce
Now I'm addicted to the sound of a head gettin'
Do I smoke too much, cause I choke too
Are you mad I keep stealin' your roaches bro
Yo Mike P! (Yo up?) Turn my headphones up
Rude Boy got me stoned from the stuff
Weed's fuckin' with my head, man I'm too damn
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 with your dogs, don't be shy
when a drought comes, he might be yo main supply
Me and J smokin' pounds
So at least a sack when you see us around (Biatch!)
Like you ain't heard, man we the scripts
So yo ziplock and let me grab us a spliff

[Verse 2: Blaze Ya Homie]
When I pass it to you, bitch pass it
don't smoke for free, where the ass be at?
B-L-A-Z-E, ABK
And we got and Violent J
Juggalos in the parking lot
y'all know how we get sparked a lot
Got the Faygo Cola the Vodka 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 killa it
I can eat it to it, proceed and keep it heated
Now who the fuck don't my flow?
You ain't heard my words make the beard of a wiseman grow
Hydro, in a good way it fuck my head
And without it you would be dead
I rhymed dead and for the 17th time
We team rhymes, ABK and Violent J
If I loved Shaggy anymore I'd to be gay
In Californ-i-a, they pull they to they knees
NIA, Ninjas In Action we be
I cheese, I'm a serial pleez
I bitch slap fans cause I be a like that
I get wicked-wicky-wicky sick like that
I'm fat and fuzzy and I like weed everywhere
My homies call me The Bear
Tell that pokey beware, don't come here
Don't dare, unless you see my axe buddy partin' your hair
I'm a Southwest gang bang boy
Zug Island, Del Ray I ta toy
My boy Nate's the boy, my whole crew shots
Until you out quamay's pokadots
I'm tryin' to smoke a litte somethin' for my who smoke
They only cessed and stressed cause all too broke
I'm like "bew-bew-bew-bew-bew" with the Killa
Blowin' Indian tubleweed, we booty feelas
scrubs flippin' nubs at thugs
We drown in Faygo tubs and eatin' dead bugs (Ew!)
I'm tryin' to say anything that
So I can fuck with head like the cess do mine

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