Luyện nghe bài hát Sick 2 Def

C-c-check, yo

Real sick hearing these talk shit
They get there slit 'coz they talkin' to me like I'm thick
And I'm real of these bullshit guys
They 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 style slice of ear
'Coz I've had enuff of bredders actin' tough, ta get rough
its obvious they ain't rough enuff, listen

I just talk the talk, I walk it
That's why my mouth's always comin' out raw shit
My rap style's distorted lil' mo getting rapped
And keepin' the baby of gettin' it aborted

Yo, I talk morbid just to you feel awkward
a part of life, yo, you just cant ignore it
Especially I rip out your heart and on my sleeve sport it like
Somethin' you feel precious 'coz ya gran bought it

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

My metaphor's are twisted like that
Where you gotta put hob nob in ya gob
If you the last one to on the biscuit
I'm so sadistic so I fantasize about
My mums ex floating in a bath tub his wrists slit

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

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

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

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

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

What cigarettes and alcoholic drinks?
Or the animal that died so your wife could wear that mink
disgraceful like gettin' caught, pissin' in the sink
A white wont suck my dick just because its pink

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

Had it up to here, up to here
Might ave to do it reservoir dogs style slice of ear
'Coz had enuff of bredders actin' tough, tryin' ta get rough
When its 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 tell that in reverse

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

The walk backwards like an Irish dance
Put the man back 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 where they him
And the and and all the passers by go back
Where came from till eventually
No one him and the blood 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 walks the blade that cut his belly
Then he his neck which was bleeding already

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

Then the blood from he severed ear
Crawls up his cheek and slowly disappears
As the knife wielding silhouette it from the rear
Puts the knife away reattaching the ear

Then backwards thought the bushes
he's disregarded nature
Who's the guy on the bench, I'm his paper
Takes the snail he stepped on from its creator
Only to be again when I fast forward this shit later

Back in his house now in his bed
He un-listens to a CD and his head
Take's the CD out the player and puts it back in its
Which has my name on the cover along with my

Fast forward, been a murder
And the police know done it
Not for a motive 'coz they don't know why he done it
Sure it don't take that long for them to find a reason
And they publicly it on TV that evening

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

Like this whole song was just kinda sickly devised plan
To hurt some poor I don't even know
And I've never met in my life

The whoever said, "The pen is mightier than the sword"
Was right and you think twice
you step to me and pick a fight