Luyện nghe bài hát Sick 2 Def

C-c-check, yo

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 guys
They 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 style slice of ear
I've had enuff of bredders actin' tough, tryin' ta get rough
When its obvious ain't rough enuff, listen

I just talk the talk, I walk it
why my mouth's always comin' out with raw shit
My rap style's distorted like lil' mo getting
And keepin' the baby instead of gettin' it

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

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

My metaphor's are twisted that game
you gotta put that hob nob in ya gob
If you the last one to on the biscuit
I'm so sadistic so I fantasize about
My mums ex floating in a tub with his wrists slit

And I'm real sick hearing these pricks talk
They get throats slit 'coz they talkin' to me like I'm thick
And I'm real tired of these bullshit
best 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
I've had enuff of bredders actin' tough, tryin' ta get rough
When its obvious they rough enuff

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

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

That's some nasty shit and still you wonder why I'm
When I see this shit and I say what I think
That's some nasty shit and you ban it
But you ban computer games, 'round here really stinks

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

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

Had it up to here, right up to
Might ave to do it reservoir dogs style of their ear
'Coz I've had of bredders actin' 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 worse
'Coz this is about a guy getting in a hurst
Let me do what Nas did and tell that shit in

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

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

The guy goes back to the exact spot where found him
And the medics and and all the passers by go
Where they came till eventually
No one surrounds him and the blood up him
Rather than him

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

this whole song was just some kinda sickly devised plan
To hurt some poor cunt I even know
And I've never met in my life

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