Luyện nghe bài hát Sick 2 Def

C-c-check, yo

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

'Coz 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 ain't enuff, listen

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

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

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

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

And I'm real sick hearing these pricks shit
They get throats slit '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

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 of bredders actin' tough, tryin' ta get rough
When its obvious they ain't enuff

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

It's the news on every channel 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 shit and still you wonder why I'm sick
I see this shit and I say exactly what I think
That's some shit and you don't ban it
But you ban computer games, somethin' here really stinks

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

And I'm real hearing these pricks talk shit
They get there throats slit 'coz they talkin' to me like I'm
And I'm real tired of these bullshit
They go, hide 'coz I'm lookin' 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 tough, tryin' ta get rough
When its obvious they ain't rough

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

The brings the corpse back to the morgue
The guy from the morgue the corpse
Embalming fluid goes back out, the blood goes 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 turns back on
And its lights flash as it plays his favorite

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

The man falls upwards back on his feet
Stumbles a dark figure on the other side of the street
He walks into the that cut his belly
he holds his neck which was bleeding already

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

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

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

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

Fast forward, been a murder
And the police know done it
Not lookin' for a motive they don't know why he done it
Sure enough it take that long for them to find a reason
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 some kinda sickly devised plan
To some poor cunt I don't even know
And never met before in my life

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