Luyện nghe bài hát Liquor Sicc

Look up in the sky a motherfuckin slug
Some nigga done let one off and only my cousins sheddin'
That loccest muthafucka from 29 st. throwin up his
so nigga got and went to the crib with a .45 mag
to the set-up and let my cousin have it
that nigga that died for the garden
did time for the garden blocc
and up stuck in a muthafuckin casket but i dont be givin a fuck
im tappin up in your program you know it
I'm creepin up on ya in a licorice dark black broham
a 12 gauge pump in da trunk and a clip full of funk
and a fat purple blunt so call it what you want
I it the fever of da funkhouse
Dumpin gauge in that ass leavin you face down
down with a gang of guts hangin out yo ass nigga
you tha process they wanna kill me
now I'm a dead man to my funeral can you feel me
now and if die before your set blasted
that's on the garden cause I'm rise up out my casket

Chorus: 2X

I'm liquor sicc and I might lose control
so load clips loccs cause we ridin for our foes

And im out in 6 5' hardtop impala for that 187
there we go and behind em bustin wit my mack 11
straight bumpa to bumpa 12 gage pump was that little X
up his set dumpin on niggas just like hes supposed ta
nigga this is real deal shit its not crip or blood
it's about pay that family loves
so nigga now fuck yo click
like 24 deep tryin ta kill me fo my fuckin tapes
them baby rapes so get out my fuckin face
If I was really bangin niggaz would
cause I'd have they whole set like L.A. when da earthquake hit
fuckin wit my tek I'm from da garden blocc
No matter what say I'm makin my money
and not lettin that shit get in my way
Niggaz get mad they see the lynch rippin
I'm wearing blue yeah but I ain't even trippin
but for cousin Q-Ball, Mr.Doc,and my cousin eclipse
and 2 of my kidz nigga catch clips

There aint no way my cousin's
gonna lay up in a wit no retaliation
aint no fuckin way that motherfucker died for that blocc
so lets them motherfuckin glocks (2x)