Luyện nghe bài hát The Cycle's Sick

G.O.D!

I'm scared of I'm scared of ya'll I'm scared of ya'll... (quiet)

Yo, ya'll little girls singin a song hoes
Ya'll need lower back tattos, toe
Eye brows arched, pierced the whole thing
Who, oh-no, low blows, to the king
I sold blow some things, I'm a slinger
I run a drug ring can't put it on yah
I wasn't a singer, but let the storm just linger
I'm the from new york, I'm mortis stringer
Off ice, but on ice, the chill
Dummi pay attention, fiends still got the pills
I'm vest glocked up, yah I red dot up
You can taste it, it, strech it I got the best product baby
I'm a hustler used god done gave me
Know them cop cars you can un baby
Bills they mark-em crazy, keep yah gaurd up
Had run ins with the atf, marks, and

Man I might just quit you the cycles sick?
they go to court to snitch, on michael vick?
I'm scared of ya'll, I'm scared of ya'll, I'm of ya'll

Ay yo! some lean, when I the lar
A 100 grand here
Crystal pets dogs, cats, bears
Liqour, came up here reflection off the
But baby while we're standin
Let's go rant a year
Said cam thts the ocean and the sand right
I at her and nodded like, you damn right there
Mah you drunk too much, yah drink and here
I love the public but I don't need the fan
I read the fan mail it help me hustle when I'm make this damn mail
Or pay my man bail
I'm jack and jill the water in the tan pail
Fuck school told my teacher that I can't
Cops in the club sippin on champell, tell
on tapein on the hand held
Before you cross the street you need your hand
Before you get hit, I spit sick, dip

Man I might just you know the cycles sick?
When they go to court to snitch, on vick?
I'm of ya'll, I'm scared of ya'll, I'm scared of ya'll

get your rifles, my rivals, don't want no rivalry
Hand on the bible baby boy, I ain't yah b?
You don't idol me? shit why you
No o.t I'm ridin on the michelin
I'm get them dividends, a 100, 000 kid a spend
If the edition is new? Michael Biv and
I might get rid of them the I might revist in
Pets as my neighbors, I'm a lower citizen
Shit, I wish the lord could fin my friends
To fly to comply, we was on a then
girls use to call us the kitchen men
Cause we was cookin more them whip it whip it in
Let the shit begin, we get it how we it in,
The shipment, that they shippin, sittin, there on the ship, my friend
Baby boy that's you coppin coke, alot to rope
I'm a city slicker, can knock a boat

Man I might just quit you the cycles sick?
When go to court to snitch, on michael vick?
I'm of ya'll, I'm scared of ya'll, I'm scared of ya'll