Luyện nghe bài hát Sticky Icky Situation

[Verse 1: Anybody
My teacher always said I wouldn't be
So I met him in the lot said "I'ma killer" and then I rushed him
Sometimes I like a nut
Runnin' through the neighborhood, tearin' up
Straight jackin' motherfuckers to smoke a blunt
Sometimes I feel that my head up, and it really sucks
I voices tellin' me to do it (Do it)
How would you act if you had to through it?
back on the gat, and I stole me an ounce
Now I'm to the sound of a head gettin' whacked
Do I smoke too much, I choke too much?
Are you mad cause I stealin' your roaches bro
Yo Mike P! (Yo up?) Turn my headphones up
Rude Boy got me stoned from the stuff
Weed's with my head, man I'm too damn high
Yo Violent J, you the rest? (Show you right!)
Man I can smell it in yo (Roll it up)
Sandwich bag up like you ain't got enough
Always with your road dogs, don't be shy
Cause when a drought comes, he might be yo supply
Me and J steady smokin'
So at least have a sack you see us around (Biatch!)
Like you heard, man we flippin' the scripts
So unlock yo and let me grab us a spliff

[Verse 2: Blaze Ya Homie]
I pass it to you, bitch pass it back
Bitches smoke for free, where the ass be at?
B-L-A-Z-E, ABK
And we got Esham and J
Juggalos in the parking lot
Because know how we get sparked a lot
Got the Faygo Cola with the Vodka
And when we all get we see diamond mist

[Verse 3: J]
I could smoke a stick of and not be dead (POP!)
I like it cause it fuck with my
I stay indeed, a killa need it
I can eat it to feed it, proceed and it heated
Now who the fuck don't like my
You ain't heard my words will make the beard of a wiseman
Hydro, in a good way it fuck my head
And it you fucks would be dead
I rhymed and head for the 17th time
We double team rhymes, ABK and J
If I Shaggy anymore I'd have to be gay
In Californ-i-a, pull they socks to they knees
NIA, Ninjas In Action we be
I cheese, I'm a serial pleez
I bitch slap fans cause I be a like that
I get rhymes sick like that
I'm fat and fuzzy and I smell like weed
My homies call me The Bear
Tell that beware, don't come near here
Don't dare, unless you wanna see my axe buddy partin' your
I'm a Southwest gang bang boy
Zug Island, Del Ray I ta toy
My boy the boy, my whole crew busts shots
Until you out like quamay's
I'm tryin' to smoke a litte somethin' for my who smoke
They only cessed and stressed they all too broke
I'm like "bew-bew-bew-bew-bew" the Anybody Killa
Blowin' Indian tubleweed, we bitch feelas
Ghetto flippin' nubs at thugs
We drown in Faygo tubs and eatin' dead bugs (Ew!)
I'm tryin' to say anything rhymes
So I can fuck with head like the cess do mine

[Hook x2: Blaze Ya Homie]
Break it down and roll it up, blunts all night
Hesitate to hit it too hard, the that tight
Sticky situations, dehydrated
Cottonmouth creepin', the got me faded