Luyện nghe bài hát The Cycle's Sick

G.O.D!

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

Yo, ya'll little singin a song hoes sing
Ya'll need lower tattos, toe rings
Eye brows arched, belly pierced the thing
Who, oh-no, low blows, to the king
I sold blow some things, I'm a slinger
I run a ring can't put it on yah finger
I wasn't born a singer, but let the storm just
I'm the from new york, I'm mortis stringer
Off ice, but on ice, the chill
Dummi pay attention, fiends still got the funny
I'm glocked up, yah chest 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
them cop cars you can un mark-em baby
Bills they mark-em crazy, yah gaurd up lazy
Had run ins with the atf, marks, and

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

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

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

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

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