Luyện nghe bài hát The Cycle's Sick

G.O.D!

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

Yo, ya'll little singin a song hoes sing
Ya'll need lower tattos, toe rings
Eye brows arched, belly the whole thing
Who, oh-no, low blows, to the coke
I sold blow some thug things, I'm a
I run a ring can't put it on yah finger
I wasn't born a singer, but let the storm linger
I'm the muslim from new york, I'm mortis
Off ice, but on ice, the money
pay attention, fiends still got the funny pills
I'm vest up, yah chest I red dot up
You can it, test it, strech it I got the best product baby
I'm a used skills god done gave me
Know cop cars you can un mark-em baby
they mark-em crazy, keep yah gaurd up lazy
Had run ins the atf, marks, and navy

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 scared of

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

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

Don't get your rifles, my rivals, don't want no
Hand on the bible baby boy, I yah idol b?
You idol me? shit why you listenin?
No o.t I'm ridin on the michelin
I'm get them dividends, a 100, 000 kid a spend
If the is new? Michael Biv and them
I might get rid of them the site I might in
as my neighbors, I'm a lower body citizen
Shit, I wish the lord could fin my prison
To fly to comply, we was on a mission
girls use to call us the kitchen men
Cause we was cookin more then them whip it it in
Let the shit begin, we get it how we it in,
The shipment, that they shippin, sittin, right 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 might just quit you know the sick?
When they go to court to snitch, on vick?
I'm scared of ya'll, I'm of ya'll, I'm scared of ya'll