Luyện nghe bài hát Sticky Icky Situation

(Anybody Killa)
My teacher always said I be nothing
So I met him in the parking lot said I'ma killer and then I him
Sometimes I like a nut
Running through the neighborhood shit up
Straight jacking mothafuckas to smoke a blunt
Sometimes I feel my head fucked up
And it really
I hear telling me to do it (Do it)
How you act if you had to live through it?
Turning back on the gat, and I me an ounce
Now I'm to the sound of a head getting whacked
Do I smoke to cause I choke to much?
Are you mad I keep stealing your roaches?
Yo Mike P (Yo up?)
Turn my up
got me stoned from the sticky stuff
Weed fucking with my head, man I'm to high
Yo J, you want the rest? (Show you right)
Man I can it in yo pocket (What's that smell? Roll it up)
bag filled up but you ain't got enough
Only smoke with your road dogs, be shy
when a drought comes he might be yo main supply
Me and J smoking pounds
So at least have a when you see us around
Like you ain't heard man we the scripts
So unlock yo ziplock and let me us a spliff
(Blaze Ya Homie)
When I it to you bitch pass it back
Bitches don't smoke for free, the ass be at?
B-L-A-Z-E,
And we got Esham and J
Juggalos in the parking lot
Because know how we spark a lot
Got the Cola with the Vodka twist
And when we all get together we see mist
(Violent J)
I can smoke a stick of and not be dead
I like it cause it fuck with my
I stay weeded indeed, a need it
I can eat it to it, proceed and keep it heated
Now who the fuck don't my flow?
You ain't my words, I make the beard of a wiseman grow
Hydro, in a way it fuck with my head
And it you fucks would be dead
I rhyme and head for the 17th time
We team rhymes, ABK and Violent J
If I loved anymore I'd have to be gay
In Californ-i-a, they they socks to they knees
NIA, In Action we be dees
I G's, I'm a cereal please
I bitch slap fans cause I be a dick that
I get wicked-wicky-wicky rhymes sick that
I'm fat and and I smell like weed everywhere
My call me Smokey the Bear
that pokey beware, don't come near here
Don't dare unless you wanna see my axe buddy parting hair
I'm a Southwest gangbang boy
Zug Island, Del Ray, I to toy
My boy Nate's the boy, my whole crew shots
Until you out quamay's pokadots
I'm trying to a litte something for my dawgs who smoke
They ? and stress because they all to broke
I'm bew-bew-bew-bew-bew with the Anybody Killa
Indian Tubleweed, we bitch booty feelas
Ghetto scrubs flipping nubs at
We drown faggots in Faygo tubs and dead bugs
I'm to say anything that rhymes
So I can fuck with your like the ? do mine
(Blaze Ya Homie)
Break it down and roll it up, smoking blunts all
As it take to hit it to hard, the weeds tight
icky situations, dehydrated
Cotton mouth creeping, the got me faded
(Esham)
I'm in the water with the sharks
That's why I be a for no reason, speeding
My flows like OZ's and crush pounds and trees and
I'm all
Veteran, no one does it than they (We)
E and J, ABK
And my man and them (What's up?)
And I blow ? with them
playas to advanced for them
We buying out the bar we dance with them
So if you get a chance to glance at them
boy say holla back, answer him

Yes what the hell we are
See, me and Blaze, wicked
Full body armor, rounds and about 2k's
I can walk on water, spit and ice
Chinese secrets wine from rice
Still dice up against the wall
So nice, still f-u-c-k the
Think twice like the 3 mice
But don't me no advice
I shine like crystals in the jewelry
And still hoes like Heidi Fleiss