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 girls singin a song hoes
Ya'll lower back tattos, toe rings
Eye brows arched, belly 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 muslim from new york, I'm mortis
Off ice, but on ice, the money
Dummi pay attention, fiends still got the pills
I'm glocked up, yah chest I red dot up
You can taste it, test it, strech it I got the best product
I'm a hustler skills god done gave me
Know them cop you can un mark-em baby
Bills they mark-em crazy, keep yah gaurd up
Had run ins the atf, marks, and navy

Man I just quit 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

Ay yo! lean, when I land the lar
A 100 handed here
pets dogs, cats, panda bears
Liqour, came up here off the chandaler
But baby while we're standin
Let's go another rant a
Said cam the ocean and the sand right there?
I looked at her and nodded like, you damn there
Mah you drunk too much, yah here 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 tryna make this 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 sippin on champell, can't tell
on tapein on the hand held
Before you cross the street you your hand held
Before you get hit, I spit sick, dip

Man I just quit you know the cycles sick?
When go to court 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 rifles, my rivals, don't want no rivalry
Hand on the bible boy, I ain't yah idol b?
You don't me? shit why you listenin?
No o.t I'm ridin on the michelin
I'm tryna get dividends, a 100, 000 kid a spend
If the is new? Michael Biv and them
I might get rid of them the I might revist in
Pets as my neighbors, I'm a lower body
Shit, I wish the lord could fin my friends
To fly to comply, we was on a mission
Vision girls use to us the kitchen men
we was cookin more then 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
boy that's when you coppin coke, alot to rope
I'm a slicker, that can knock a boat

Man I might just quit you know the 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