Luyện nghe bài hát Sick 2 Def

C-c-check, yo

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

the news on every channel when I turn on the box
It seems Pedophiles on top of the pops
Garry glitter, Michael
On the net ken bigley got his tek off

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

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

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

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

Check it, the last is just as bad as the first
Compared to the second, yo, it's worse
'Coz this is about a guy chauffeured in a hurst
Let me do what Nas did and tell shit in reverse

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

The paramedics backwards like an Irish dance
Put the wounded man in the ambulance
The ambulances turns back on
And its lights flash as it plays his favorite

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 surrounds him and the pours up him
Rather than him

The man falls upwards back on his feet
Stumbles towards a dark figure on the other side of the
He walks the blade that cut his belly
Then he holds his which was bleeding already

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

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

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

Back in his house now in his bed
He un-listens to a CD and his head
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 been a
And the police know who's it
Not lookin' for a 'coz they don't know why he done it
Sure enough it don't take that long for to find a reason
And they publicly it on TV that evening

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

Like whole song was just some kinda sickly devised plan
To some poor cunt I don't even know
And I've met before in my life

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