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 anything 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
thing that come to your mind when you think of hardcore
Takin' cuts to the front of the
I blunts, fill 'em up, and then fire, and take puffs
The of G's, the gaters, and gutter
The switches and D's, the haters and
My niggas the streets, they ready to eat
And roll heavy, deep in Chevys and
And most so be ready to bleed if you talk shit
My (?) nigga (?) we
Most of my niggas been down for something, prolly bitch smackin' niggas not down for nothin'
Got a fetish for dough, cheese,
Out for the lettuce so these nuts

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[Verse 2:
not goin', gettin'
They mad they can't accept me
try to hex me, especially those who never rose
They want better clothes and nicer
I don't have an ego, I go harder average people
Plus I got twice the
Suited and booted, niggas might have I was lost
You might wanna consider your
I try to it cool, show people that I can chill
So wealthy take me serious and know I'm real
I'm clubbin' in Shanghai
I ain't inside this
Silicon Valley two months
On private jet, I'm capital nigga
Read it how I
I'm in the trade so
The Wall Street Journal but I don't or front too much
too early to serve you, I'd rather curve you
This just 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 respect