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 song hoes
Ya'll need lower tattos, toe rings
Eye arched, belly 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 born 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
pay attention, fiends still got the funny pills
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 skills god done gave me
Know them cop cars you can un baby
Bills they mark-em crazy, keep yah up lazy
Had run ins the atf, marks, and navy

Man I might just you know the cycles sick?
they 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

Ay yo! some lean, when I the lar
A 100 grand handed
Crystal pets dogs, cats, panda
Liqour, up here reflection off the chandaler
But baby while standin here
Let's go rant a year
Said cam the ocean and the sand right there?
I looked at her and nodded like, you 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 pay my man bail
I'm jack and jill kept the water in the tan
Fuck school told my teacher that I can't
Cops in the club on champell, can't 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 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

Don't get rifles, my rivals, don't want no rivalry
Hand on the bible baby boy, I ain't yah b?
You don't idol me? 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 the site I might revist in
Pets as my neighbors, I'm a lower citizen
Shit, I wish the lord fin my prison friends
To fly to comply, we was on a then
girls use to call us the kitchen men
Cause we was more then them whip it whip it in
Let the begin, we get it how we ship it in,
The shipment, that shippin, sittin, right there on the ship, my friend
boy that's when you coppin coke, alot to rope
I'm a city slicker, that can knock a

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