Luyện nghe bài hát The Cycle's Sick

G.O.D!

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

Yo, ya'll little girls singin a song 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 some thug things, I'm a slinger
I run a drug ring can't put it on yah
I wasn't born a singer, but let the just linger
I'm the muslim from new york, I'm mortis
Off ice, but on ice, the chill
pay attention, fiends still got the funny pills
I'm vest up, yah chest I red dot up
You can taste it, test it, strech it I got the best baby
I'm a hustler skills god done gave me
Know cop cars you can un mark-em baby
Bills they mark-em crazy, yah gaurd up lazy
Had run ins the atf, marks, and navy

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

Ay yo! some lean, when I the lar
A 100 grand here
Crystal dogs, cats, panda bears
Liqour, came up reflection off the chandaler
But baby while we're standin
go another 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 public but I don't need the fan
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 water in the tan
Fuck school told my teacher that I fail
Cops in the club on champell, can't tell
Wire on tapein on the held
Before you cross the street you need your hand
you get hit, I spit sick, whip dip

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 of ya'll, I'm scared of ya'll

get your rifles, my rivals, don't want no rivalry
Hand on the bible baby boy, I ain't yah 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 is new? Michael Biv and them
I might get rid of them the I might revist in
Pets as my neighbors, I'm a body citizen
Shit, I wish the lord fin my prison friends
To fly to comply, we was on a mission
girls use to call us the kitchen men
Cause we was cookin then them whip it whip it in
Let the shit begin, we get it how we it in,
The shipment, they shippin, sittin, right there on the ship, my friend
boy that's when you coppin coke, alot to rope
I'm a city slicker, can knock a boat

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