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
Dilla Dawg a one of a kind nigga
Killin' em off with the rhymes, son of a 9 nigga
If I pull a out in the sun it'll blind niggas
First thing that to your mind when you think of hardcore
cuts to the front of the line
I break blunts, fill 'em up, and then fire, and take
The city of G's, the gaters, and
The and D's, the haters and rudder
My runnin' the streets, they ready to eat
And heavy, deep in Chevys and Jeeps
And most carry so be to bleed if you talk shit
My (?) (?) we walkin'
Most of my niggas been locked down for something, 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:
Everybody's not goin',
mad because they can't accept me
They try to hex me, especially who never rose
They want better and nicer lives
I don't an ego, I go harder than average people
Plus I got the drive
Suited and booted, niggas might have heard I was
You might consider your source
I try to play it cool, people that I can chill
So wealthy take me serious and know I'm real
Hopin' I'm in Shanghai
I ain't step inside
Silicon Valley two months
On private jet, I'm venture nigga
Read it how I
I'm in the so much
The Wall Street Journal but I don't flex or front too
It's too to serve you, I'd rather curve you
This ain't rap, this facts
I'm in places, I shop places they don't see
So if you're ever in my league 'em Nas and Dilla
Frontin', I've never in my D's, not even creased yet
But I bet out in I get that respect