Luyện nghe bài hát Sick 2 Def

C-c-check, yo

Real sick hearing pricks talk shit
They get throats slit 'coz they talkin' to me like I'm thick
And I'm real tired of bullshit guys
best go, hide 'coz I'm lookin' for 'em on the sly

'Coz I've had it up to here, right up to
Might ave to do it reservoir dogs slice of their ear
'Coz I've had enuff of bredders actin' tough, tryin' ta get
When its they ain't rough enuff, listen

I don't talk the talk, I walk it
why my mouth's always comin' out with raw shit
My rap style's distorted like mo getting rapped
And keepin' the baby instead of gettin' it

Yo, I talk morbid to make you feel awkward
a part of life, yo, you just cant ignore it
Especially I rip out your heart and on my sleeve sport it like
Somethin' you feel precious 'coz ya dead bought it

I talk so foul, I talk so course, I no regret
I show no remorse like a raping a corpse
Up the anal passage while contracting genital

My are twisted like that game
Where you put that hob nob in ya gob
If you the one to come on the biscuit
I'm so sadistic so I fantasize finding
My ex floating in a bath tub with his wrists slit

And I'm real sick these pricks talk shit
They get there throats slit they talkin' to me like I'm thick
And I'm real tired of bullshit guys
They go, hide 'coz I'm lookin' for 'em on the sly

I've had it up to here, up to here
Might ave to do it reservoir style slice of their ear
'Coz I've had enuff of bredders actin' tough, ta get rough
When its obvious they rough enuff

You best buy a TV if you me to stop
'Coz I'm so heavy by the things that I watch
It ain't just 'Pulp Fiction' and Dogs'
It's irreversible, there's my Of God'

It's the news on channel when I turn on the box
It seems Pedophiles singing on top of the
glitter, Michael Mish-a-walk
On the net ken got his neck tek off

That's some nasty and still you wonder why I'm sick
I see this shit and I say exactly what I think
That's some nasty and you don't ban it
But you ban computer games, somethin' 'round here really

What cigarettes and alcoholic drinks?
Or the animal that died so your wife could wear that mink
Your disgraceful like gettin' caught, in the sink
A white girl wont my dick just because its pink

And I'm real sick these pricks talk shit
They get there throats slit 'coz talkin' to me like I'm thick
And I'm real tired of these bullshit
They best go, hide 'coz I'm for 'em on the sly

Had it up to here, right up to
ave to do it reservoir dogs style slice of their ear
'Coz I've had enuff of bredders actin' tough, tryin' ta get
When its obvious they rough enuff

it, the last verse is just as bad as the first
Compared to the second, yo, it's definitely
'Coz this is about a guy chauffeured in a hurst
Let me do Nas did and tell that shit in reverse

The hirst the corpse back to the morgue
The guy from the morgue undresses the
Embalming fluid goes back out, the goes back in
Body goes back to where it comes alive again

The paramedics backwards like an Irish dance
Put the wounded man in the ambulance
The ambulances engine back on
And its flash as it plays his favorite song

The guy goes back to the exact spot where found him
And the and and all the passers by go back
Where they came from eventually
No one surrounds him and the pours up him
Rather down him

The man then falls back on his feet
Stumbles towards a dark figure on the other of the street
He walks into the blade that cut his
Then he his neck which was bleeding already

He removes his so you can see the cut
And as the undoes the slice, it closes back up
He the words he said which were, 'What the fuck'
And unscreams the scream from the initial cut

Then the blood from he severed ear
Crawls up his cheek and slowly disappears
As the knife wielding silhouette unhacks it from the
Puts the knife away after the ear

Then walks thought the bushes
Where he's disregarded
the guy on the bench, I'm reading his paper
Takes the snail he stepped on from its creator
Only to be killed again when I fast forward this shit

Back in his house now in his bed
He to a CD and un-bops his head
Take's the CD out the player and puts it back in its
Which has my on the cover along with my face

Fast forward, there's been a
And the police know done it
Not lookin' for a motive 'coz don't know why he done it
Sure enough it don't take that long for them to find a
And they publicly it on TV that evening

A couple of months later, shit gets banned
it was me who put that switch in his hand
And told him to that man

Like whole song was just some kinda sickly devised plan
To hurt some cunt I don't even know
And I've never met before in my

The whoever said, "The pen is mightier than the sword"
Was and you better think twice
Before you step to me and pick a