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 girls singin a 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 blow some thug things, I'm a slinger
I run a drug can't put it on yah finger
I wasn't born a singer, but let the storm linger
I'm the muslim new york, I'm mortis stringer
Off ice, but on ice, the chill
Dummi pay attention, fiends still got the funny
I'm vest up, yah chest I red dot up
You can taste it, test it, strech it I got the best product
I'm a hustler used skills god gave me
Know cop cars you can un mark-em baby
Bills mark-em crazy, keep yah gaurd up lazy
Had run ins with the atf, marks, and

Man I might 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

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

Man I might just quit you the cycles sick?
When 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

Don't get your rifles, my rivals, don't want no
on the bible baby boy, I ain't yah idol b?
You idol me? shit why you listenin?
No rims o.t I'm on the michelin
I'm get them 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
girls use to call us the kitchen men
Cause we was cookin more then them it whip it in
Let the begin, we get it how we ship it in,
The shipment, they shippin, sittin, right there on the ship, my friend
Baby boy when you coppin coke, alot to rope
I'm a city slicker, that can knock a

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