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
for zero that black criminal mac mac nigga
That pap! pap! me a couple of rounds
And while I him, hey fuck a Smith & Wesson
I got my, nine at my chest and I got my bag
Of stress weed, a 40 oz. of OE and I'm
Up on some niggas in a mob and a claimin OG,
Pap! hit him in that dome and it was that nigga's
Put him on the wit a brain, full o' dem nine slugs
So wrap nigga up, put him in a hearse
And I'm hittin 50, right that curb, tight,
Rollin up in a 64, 4 doors to the next light (YOU KNOW)
An I hit that of 24 street, some nigga mean mugging
Lynch, and I pop in a and I'm not finna get got,
I'ma shoot before I'm shot for the I'm B-U-Double D-E-D
I'm reaching up in my box, for the welfare weed
fillin a nigga's siccness so I miss dead bodies
In an, oldsmobile, up on the and while I'm skirtin
Pass the view wit an empty 9 and some (riiight)
I just adjust to the fact niggas aint got no hope
I'm fillin em up with 16s, and em know

It's either that die, or sickness, and it's the nigga that nigga that
One you come see, with that 9 meter watch them 9 millimeter meat
come, Wikkihtah come, Wikkihtah come, Wikkihtah E-drop, styling,
If I get you with me nina then me, you, scream,
And two pop nigga mine in the deuce for the deuce
Without them gun shells, firing, fidda them know me when me high
Off them killa weed, me take-a me nine millimeter nine,
And me blast him, enemy for the die, 'cause of dat siccness dem
And ten and a them 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 black enemy runnin 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 dead red till all the drama 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 them .44 all down they throat
It takes one time, all night, to peel your
From the post, you know,
All up in the cut the real deuce deuce four love I got
But you know that nigga from the creek so peep at what trigger got
Come follow me sin, come quick 'cause I'm all up on your, blocc
up yo nuts like dice deuce four in the don't 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 mama know, she might wanna follow this Fahlivum shit
'cause a nigga wont last much longer, wraps in the cut
all on your nuts like my nigga Jeffrey Dahlmer,
Cant load that that sickness gets me harder than a corpse
Till I for the greeds that nigga start jackin off until it hurts
Swallow my shit so thick nigga run loccs up on you almost daily
For the then I'm off dick grow soft with lynch I'm chewin up babies
We gonna stay sicc, for the run em up gospel shit kicks in
It's the nigga named 6 with the to the brain style fix
up your dead skin