Luyện nghe bài hát Duck Sick

You was jealous, all your fault
What's up,
You was jealous, all your fault
Pretty soon it's a you're grievin'
You was jealous, all your fault
Got beef? a pity
You was jealous, it's all fault

Back for the payback, black, you came up
Geah, your ass is out, wrote another
Funky rap about your jealous
How you diss C.M.W, boy, you said shit

Your senses should ya, kick it, don't be a hero
Equipped to is Eiht, unlike a zero
I hitcha, or get witcha
Sit down, clown, I commence to paint a

Hm, kinda funny, but yet somewhat amazing
Take you serious? I think it while I'm blazing
then will my reaction show
How I chill and let my flow

Too sorry is the for your rap
No competition, dissin', boy, you need to be
Eiht no punk, so learn it quick
Oh yes, P.S., C.M.W., and you can get my sick

You can get the sick
You can get my sick
You can get the sick

I believe it, how the hell'd you get on wax?
Makin' demos on your tape tracks
You did a show and I it was wack
You tossed our records, I tossed right back

You got the nerve, tryin' to go down a trooper
In better words, you go down like King
So stop your little dissing, that I can't handle
I put your lights out, you to rap by a candle

Go up punk, or sell out, I know you must've
the word, new jack, I'm not a buster
Always down to bust a record, a party, what I mean?
But yourself, sucker, I do it for cream

So period, end of story, even bore
Me, Tha MC, claim to gory
So it, the Eiht and Chill is the shit
(Chill)
Word and you can get the duck

You can get the duck
Yo, you can get my sick
You can get the sick
Geah, get the duck
You can get the sick

Get the duck
up
You can get the sick

Wait a minute, up, punk, I know you're kiddin'
Sayin' E can't hang, bullshittin'
I'm not a rookie, a beginner
If fakin' was a sin, you'd be a

Load up my mic and gat, gunnin'
off the Compton streets, so start runnin'
You come across like a sucker
Tryin' to compare a hard motherfucker

Punk, call me Eiht, so give me respect
I heard you did a show on your Mom's deck
Fool, you fucked up tryin' to diss
A of a violent crime on the list

So up and smell the bud', you little pupils
Tryin to go head up, punk, you got no
you pick, you're sick
You can't fade us, but yo, you can get the E's sick

You can get the duck
Geah, you can get the E's duck
You can get the sick
'em

Now, who got you hip to be a
You sorry
(You punk snapper)
Just take a step back, and boy, peepin'

On and Chill
(Geah, no sleepin')
Quiet as it's kept, the news'll spread AIDS
Hip hop, C.M.W. paid

down to dunk the funk
Or clownin' a weak-ass punk
The you got, to Chill, don't mean shit
a test I have to pass to show I'm on hit

And Tha Chill's on hit, with the E I don't quit
I grab a and a whip like a lion, suckers I'm tamin'
Peel a cap and snap on the mic, because I'm
So watch me rip, you suckers is on a ego tip
suckers, yo you can get Chill's duck sick

You can get the duck
you say, E?
Get the sick
Get the sick

Yo, who want the duck now?
My man Unknown want the sick, E
My man DJ Slip want the sick
Word 'em up, we be boomin' on the boards want the duck sick
My Deejays Ant C and Mike T the duck sick

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