Luyện nghe bài hát Sickology 101

[Intro - Chopped and Voice - talking]
Hey, now sit down and shut the fuck up!
Class is now in
If you came here to that lovey dovey shit - get the fuck out!
If you and scared of hardcore shit - get the fuck out!
For those who love raw shit - to Sickology 101
Your instructor for today is - N9ne!

[Verse 1 - N9ne]
This is I use pitch, to catch and seduce chicks
To signal the true sick, mellow tone is you spit
Switchin the pattern, bust out that midwest chatter
Some people hate but it ain't matterin, but the people gather, flatterin
Switchin the pitch, mixin, there's no need to be stiff in bitch
Spittin full clips on a mission for when I be rippin this shit
Make it excitin, got to be invitin when writin your piece
Never be dick ridin, if goin to be bitin, you're ignitin the beast
is melodic, melodies, if you got it
Mix it hot as tamales, you singin off-key is
If you can't keep an in a pocket, you need to stop it
Have confidence, speak with conviction, don't put 'em when you rock it
This is harmony, Nina's taking you it
Make it buttery, utterly beautiful, it fluid
101 is in session, I thought you knew it
We murderin in music, that's how we do it!

GET! (ON YOUR FEET!), UP! (OUT SEAT!)
GET! (ON FEET!), UP! (OUT YOUR SEAT!)
GET! (ON YOUR FEET!), UP! (OUT SEAT!)
Such an oddity with it, is Sickology
GET! (ON YOUR FEET!), UP! (OUT SEAT!)
GET! (ON YOUR FEET!), UP! (OUT SEAT!)
GET! (ON YOUR FEET!), UP! (OUT SEAT!)

From our west instructor - Crooked I (Crooked I ...)

2 - Crooked I]
My killer Daytons can keep me crushin the
correct when creatin the crazy composition
Cannibal character, Calico carrier, got a crooked missin
Cali killers on candid cock
That was constant wordplay
Wordplay with Thursday and thirsty - if I'm thirst-ay!
I change the of words, per se
The English got to do whatever my verse say
So if you to learn to rap, this is how (this is how)
Right now I'm swag in my style (in my style)
It's a emphasis on the simplest
Then I give 'em charisma a laugh and a smile (and a smile)
If you want verses to cost higher
your similes got to be hot as a live wire
You need some metaphors
For example, this song is a war and you listeners in the cross fire

From our east coast instructor - XL

[Verse 3 - XL]
Everybody start lockin their windows and doors, Chino get in
like light-ning, how I'm strikin a triflin rifleman
Bullets up and I'm numbin the bum, like it's Vicodin
So metal in his spine, he could get rich from the recycling! (yeah!)
Chino be curdlin blood, get burned from the buzz
I speak with conviction, what Da Brat just heard from the judge
no love, industry hate me yo
I'd hear Hannah Montana, than half of you rappers on the radio!
Startin drama Chino, God forbid
Auction my lyrics on eBay, God for bid
Problem is Jesus is more than a man
a sick delivery, like I drive a coroner van (damn)
I'm demented, spittin writtens as as I can
grippin, fittin to detonate Disneyland
I am Sickology, try to follow how every punch line hits
Like Brown's fist in the face of Rihanna

Yes I got to be vicious, this is

[Outro - and Screwed Voice - talking]
For those who know what the fuck's goin on
This is 101, you punk motherfuckers!
Hahaha, let's kill niggaz