Luyện nghe bài hát The Sickness

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[Verse 1: J
I got the MJ cause MCs wanna be me
If I spit it's gonna be heat
Cause Dilla a one of a kind nigga
Killin' em off with the rhymes, motherfuckin' son of a 9
If I pull a chain out in the sun it'll blind
First thing that come to your mind you think of hardcore
Takin' cuts to the front of the
I break blunts, 'em up, and then fire, and take puffs
The of G's, the gaters, and gutter
The switches and D's, the and rudder
My niggas runnin' the streets, they to eat
And roll heavy, deep in and Jeeps
And carry so be ready to bleed if you talk shit
My (?) (?) we walkin'
Most of my been locked down for something, prolly bitch smackin' niggas not down for nothin'
Got a for dough, cheese, bucks
Out for the so blow these nuts

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[Verse 2:
not goin', gettin'
They mad because can't accept me
They try to hex me, those who never rose
want better clothes and nicer lives
I don't have an ego, I go harder than people
Plus I got twice the
Suited and booted, niggas have heard I was lost
You might wanna consider your
I try to play it cool, show that I can chill
So people take me serious and know I'm real
Hopin' I'm in Shanghai
I step inside this
Silicon Valley every two
On private jet, I'm capital nigga
it how I invest
I'm in the so much
The Wall Street Journal but I don't flex or front too
It's too early to you, I'd rather curve you
This ain't rap, this facts
I'm in places, I places they don't see black
So if you're in my league tell 'em Nas and Dilla
Frontin', I've been in my D's, not even creased yet
But I bet out in Greece I get that