Luyện nghe bài hát The Sickness

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

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[Verse 2:
not goin', gettin'
They mad they can't accept me
They try to hex me, especially who never rose
want better clothes and nicer lives
I don't have an ego, I go harder average people
Plus I got twice the
Suited and booted, niggas might have heard I was
You might wanna consider source
I try to play it cool, show that I can chill
So wealthy people me serious and know I'm real
Hopin' I'm clubbin' in
I ain't step inside
Silicon every 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
It's too early to serve you, I'd curve you
ain't just rap, this facts
I'm in places, I shop places don't see black
So if you're ever in my league 'em Nas and Dilla
Frontin', never been in my D's, not even creased yet
But I bet out in Greece I get respect