Luyện nghe bài hát Sick 2 Def

C-c-check, yo

Real hearing these pricks talk shit
They get there throats slit 'coz they talkin' to me like I'm
And I'm tired of these bullshit guys
They best go, hide 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 style 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 just the talk, I walk it
That's why my mouth's always comin' out with raw
My rap style's like lil' mo getting rapped
And keepin' the baby of gettin' it aborted

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

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

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

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

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

You buy a TV if you want me to stop
'Coz I'm so heavy influenced by the that I watch
It just 'Pulp Fiction' and 'Reservoir Dogs'
It's irreversible, there's my 'City Of

the news on every channel when I turn on the box
It seems Pedophiles singing on top of the
Garry glitter, Michael
On the net ken bigley got his tek off

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

What about cigarettes and drinks?
Or the animal that just so your wife could wear that mink
Your disgraceful like gettin' caught, pissin' in the
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 they talkin' to me I'm thick
And I'm real tired of these guys
They best go, hide I'm lookin' for 'em on the sly

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

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

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

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

The guy goes back to the spot where they 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 upwards back on his feet
Stumbles towards a dark figure on the side of the street
He walks into the that cut his belly
Then he holds his neck was bleeding already

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

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

walks backwards thought the bushes
Where he's nature
Who's the guy on the bench, I'm his paper
Takes the snail he stepped on back its creator
Only to be killed again when I fast forward this later

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

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

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

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

The words whoever said, "The pen is mightier the sword"
Was right and you better think
you step to me and pick a fight