Luyện nghe bài hát Spies

Sick and tired, the way they
Sick and tired, the way talk
Sick and tired, the things say
and tired, where's my J?
Sick and tired, same old
and tired, where's my bong?
and tired, anarchy!

Spies, they're all me
Spies, in county
Spies, my head's bounty
in the air..

Neighborhood watch is us
The neighborhood watch don't like bus
The watch is what they say
But when I see them walkin' towards me, I another...

Generation X is the they use
When I'm skatin' down MacKenzie
Everybody that I see, at me like a vandal
Maybe cause I'm wheelin' in Dickies and some sandals
Man, I know what you mean when you about the neighborhood
The old always sayin' that we ain't no good
Talkin to my about my music
Sayin' we should keep it and not abuse it
Man, I sweat those old ass bastards
I just sit on the curb and my herb and get plastered
They on they lawns, they seem so bored
I think their ass should reside in the morgue
They're postin' up signs, man I think they chill
Talkin' if I don't call the cops then my will
Because from city to city all the same
The neighborhood watch is a big ass

and tired, the way they walk
Sick and tired, the way talk
Sick and tired, the they say
Sick and tired, my J?
Sick and tired, old song
Sick and tired, where's my
and tired, anarchy!

Spies, all around me
Spies, in every
Spies, my head's their
in the air...

The neighborhood watch is us
The neighborhood watch don't Richter's bus
The watch is what they say,
But when I think walkin' towards me, I light another...

Every night when the street lights on
We gather round, take rips from the bong
This John Wayne Country, republican
A bunch of housewives that wanna be cops
Cook and clean, the life of
Take Kottonmouth's advice and call Jenny
started mind control, when we were in school
Wanna see us livin' life under the golden
Peepin' out the windows, folks always in
Minding my business when they be cooking
is how their life must be
Wait there's a real crime on our street
That's when, go off run and hide
Leaving Kottonmouth behind protectin' pride
When the criminals are dead in the streets
Kottonmouth's returning all the TVs
Yeah but that's all right, it's all
Now you know watchin' this neighborhood
Because from city to city it's all the
The watch is a bitch ass gang

Sick and tired, the way they
Sick and tired, the way they
Sick and tired, the they say
Sick and tired, my J?
and tired, same old song
Sick and tired, where's my
and tired, anarchy!

Spies, they're all me
Spies, in county
Spies, my head's bounty
in the air...