Luyện nghe bài hát Season Of Da Sicc

Hit the dank and my glock off lock, and off
To the 21st blocc, I'm rollin in a top
Three for zero black criminal mac mac nigga
pap! pap! me hittin a couple of rounds
And while I test him, hey fuck a Smith &
I got my, nine at my 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, o' dem nine slugs
So wrap that nigga up, put him in a
And I'm 50, right around that curb, tight,
Rollin up in a 64, 4 sideways to the next light (YOU KNOW)
An I hit that corner of 24 street, some nigga mean
Lynch, and I pop in a clip and I'm not get got,
I'ma shoot before I'm for the fact I'm B-U-Double D-E-D
I'm up in my glove box, for the welfare weed
That's fillin a nigga's 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 that niggas got no hope
I'm fillin em up 16s, and letting em know

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

Load up nine I'm finna 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,
kick in a million, baby dying, boom!

Hit em my G like every day, nigga,
From the to the Garden Blocc,
I was creepin from the double red till all the drama stop,
And 50 150 is all that shouldn't even be on a list
'cause since for the with I've been 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 tonsols
the phone post, you know,
All up in the cut with the real deuce four love I got
But you know that from the creek so peep at what this trigger got
Come follow me sin, come quick 'cause I'm bustin all up on your,
Shakin up yo nuts like deuce four in the don't strike twice
Them gon all go say "oh" about 44 times so,
Much later than you go, off dead, but nigga instead
That I let mama know, she might wanna follow this Fahlivum shit
'cause a wont last much longer, with wraps in the cut
Chewin all on your like my nigga Jeffrey Dahlmer,
Cant load that shit that sickness gets me than a corpse
Till I reach for the greeds that nigga start jackin off until it
Swallow my so thick this nigga run loccs up on you almost daily
For the digs then I'm off grow soft with lynch I'm chewin up babies
We gonna sicc, for the crazy run em up gospel shit kicks in
It's the named 6 with the locc to the brain style fix
Eatin up your skin