Luyện nghe bài hát Season Of Da Sicc

Hit the dank and took my off lock, and off
To the 21st blocc, I'm rollin in a top
Three for that black criminal mac mac nigga
That pap! pap! me hittin a of rounds
And while I test him, hey a Smith & Wesson
I got my, at my chest and I got my dime bag
Of stress weed, a 40 oz. of OE and I'm
Up on some niggas in a mob and a nigga OG,
Pap! hit him in that dome and it was that worst
Put him on the ground wit a brain, o' dem nine slugs
So that nigga up, put him in a hearse
And I'm hittin 50, right around curb, tight,
Rollin up in a 64, 4 sideways to the next light (YOU KNOW)
An I hit corner of 24 street, some nigga 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 box, for the welfare weed
That's a nigga's siccness so I miss dead bodies
In an, oldsmobile, up on the curb and while I'm
Pass the view wit an empty 9 and some (riiight)
I just adjust to the fact niggas aint got no hope
I'm em up with 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 9 millimeter meat
Wikkihdie come, come, Wikkihtah come, Wikkihtah E-drop, styling,
If I don't get you with me nina me, you, scream,
And two pop nigga that mine in the deuce for the
Without them gun shells, firing, fidda them don't know me when me
Off them killa weed, me take-a me nine millimeter nine,
And me him, enemy for the die, 'cause of dat siccness dem creep
And ten baumy and a say

Load up that nine I'm finna go boom!
no dubbin up that nina cut them in half with some of them
Ripgut, quality, for the fundamental
Got them black enemy in and when them,
kick in a million, baby 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 list
'cause since for the fuckin with I've crazy times 6 charging in '66 and um,
Niggas cant see my folk when I dump .44 slugs all down they throat
It takes one time, all night, to peel your
the phone post, you know,
All up in the cut with the real deuce deuce four I got
But you know that nigga from the creek so peep at what this got
Come follow me sin, come quick 'cause I'm bustin all up on your,
Shakin up yo nuts like dice deuce four in the don't twice
Them gon all go say "oh" about 44 till so,
Much than you go, better off dead, but nigga instead
That I let your mama know, she might follow this Fahlivum shit
'cause a nigga last much longer, with wraps in the cut
Chewin all on your nuts like my nigga Dahlmer,
Cant load that shit that gets me harder than a corpse
Till I reach for the greeds that nigga start jackin off it hurts
Swallow my shit so thick nigga run loccs up on you almost daily
For the digs then I'm off dick grow soft with I'm chewin up babies
We gonna sicc, for the crazy run em up gospel shit kicks in
It's the nigga 6 with the locc to the brain style fix
up your dead skin