Luyện nghe bài hát Season Of Da Sicc

Hit the dank and my glock off lock, and off
To the blocc, I'm rollin in a drop top
Three for zero that criminal mac mac nigga
That pap! pap! me hittin a couple of
And while I test him, hey fuck a & Wesson
I got my, at my chest and I got my dime bag
Of weed, a 40 oz. of OE and I'm creepin
Up on some in a mob and a nigga claimin OG,
Pap! hit him in that dome and it was nigga's worst
Put him on the ground wit a brain, full o' dem slugs
So wrap nigga up, put him in a hearse
And I'm hittin 50, around that curb, tight,
Rollin up in a 64, 4 doors sideways to the light (YOU KNOW)
An I hit that corner of 24 street, some mean mugging
Lynch, and I pop in a clip and I'm not get got,
I'ma shoot before I'm shot for the fact I'm D-E-D
I'm reaching up in my glove box, for the weed
That's fillin a nigga's so I miss dead bodies
In an, oldsmobile, up on the and while I'm skirtin
the view wit an empty 9 and some bourbon (riiight)
I just adjust to the fact that aint got no hope
I'm fillin em up 16s, and letting em know

It's that die, or that sickness, and it's the nigga that nigga that
One you come see, with that 9 millimeter meter watch them 9 meat
Wikkihdie come, Wikkihtah come, Wikkihtah come, E-drop, styling,
If I don't get you with me nina me, you, scream,
And two pop nigga that mine in the for the deuce
Without gun shells, firing, fidda them don't know me when me high
Off them doughshot killa weed, me me nine millimeter nine,
And me blast him, enemy for the die, 'cause of dat siccness dem
And ten baumy and a say

Load up that nine I'm finna go boom!
Them no dubbin up that nina cut them in half with some of
Ripgut, quality, for the fundamental
Got them black enemy in and when them,
Sickness kick in a million, dying, boom!

Hit em with my G every day, nigga,
the creek to the Garden Blocc,
I was creepin from the double dead red till all the stop,
And 50 150 is all that shouldn't even be on a niggas
since for the fuckin with I've been crazy times 6 charging in '66 and um,
Niggas see my folk when I dump them .44 slugs all down they throat
It one time, all night, to peel your tonsols
From the post, you know,
All up in the cut with the real deuce four love I got
But you that nigga from the creek so peep at what this trigger got
Come me sin, come quick 'cause I'm bustin all up on your, blocc
Shakin up yo nuts like dice deuce four in the strike twice
Them gon all go say "oh" about 44 till so,
Much later than you go, better off dead, but instead
That I let your mama know, she wanna follow this Fahlivum shit
'cause a wont last much longer, with wraps in the cut
Chewin all on your nuts my nigga Jeffrey Dahlmer,
Cant load that shit sickness gets me harder than a corpse
Till I reach for the greeds that nigga jackin off until it hurts
Swallow my shit so this nigga run loccs up on you almost daily
For the digs then I'm off dick grow soft lynch I'm chewin up babies
We gonna stay sicc, for the crazy run em up shit kicks in
It's the named 6 with the locc to the brain style fix
up your dead skin