Luyện nghe bài hát Sick 2 Def

C-c-check, yo

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

'Coz I've had it up to here, right up to
Might ave to do it reservoir dogs slice of their ear
I've had enuff of bredders actin' tough, tryin' ta get rough
When its obvious ain't rough enuff, listen

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

Yo, I talk morbid just to 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 precious 'coz ya gran bought it

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

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

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

had it up to here, right up to here
Might ave to do it reservoir dogs style slice of ear
'Coz I've had enuff of bredders actin' tough, ta get rough
When its obvious ain't rough enuff

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

It's the news on channel when I turn on the box
It seems singing on top of the pops
Garry glitter, Mish-a-walk
On the net ken bigley got his tek off

That's some nasty and still you wonder why I'm sick
When I see this shit and I say exactly what I
That's some shit and you don't ban it
But you ban computer games, somethin' here really stinks

What about cigarettes and alcoholic
Or the that died just so your wife could wear that mink
Your disgraceful like caught, pissin' in the sink
A white girl wont suck my dick just its pink

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

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

The brings the corpse back to the morgue
The guy from the undresses the corpse
Embalming fluid goes back out, the blood goes in
Body goes back to hospital where it comes again

The walk backwards like an Irish dance
Put the wounded man in the ambulance
The ambulances engine turns on
And its flash as it plays his favorite song

The guy goes back to the exact spot they found him
And the medics and and all the by go back
Where they came till eventually
No one surrounds him and the pours up him
Rather than him

The man then falls upwards on his feet
Stumbles towards a dark figure on the side of the street
He into the blade that cut his belly
Then he holds his neck which was bleeding

He removes his so you can see the cut
And as the knife undoes the slice, it closes up
He unsays the he said which were, 'What the fuck'
And unscreams the scream from the first cut

Then the from he severely severed ear
Crawls back up his cheek and disappears
As the knife wielding silhouette unhacks it the rear
Puts the knife away after the ear

Then walks thought the bushes
Where he's disregarded
the guy on the bench, I'm reading his paper
Takes the snail he stepped on back from its
Only to be killed again when I fast this shit later

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

Fast forward, there's a murder
And the know who's done it
Not lookin' for a motive they don't know why he done it
Sure enough it don't take that for them to find a reason
And publicly state it on TV that evening

A of months later, this shit gets banned
Like it was me who put that in his hand
And told him to kill man

Like this whole song was just some kinda sickly plan
To hurt some poor cunt I even know
And never met before in my life

The words whoever said, "The pen is mightier the sword"
Was right and you better think
Before you step to me and a fight