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 black criminal mac mac nigga
That pap! pap! me hittin a couple of
And while I test him, hey a Smith & 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 niggas in a mob and a nigga OG,
Pap! hit him in that dome and it was that worst
Put him on the wit a brain, full o' dem nine slugs
So wrap nigga up, put him in a hearse
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 of 24 street, some nigga mean mugging
Lynch, and I pop in a clip and I'm not get got,
I'ma shoot I'm shot for the fact I'm B-U-Double D-E-D
I'm up in my glove box, for the welfare weed
That's a nigga's siccness so I miss dead bodies
In an, oldsmobile, up on the curb and I'm skirtin
the view wit an empty 9 and some bourbon (riiight)
I just adjust to the fact that niggas got no hope
I'm fillin em up with 16s, and em know

It's either that die, or that sickness, and it's the nigga nigga that
One you come see, with that 9 millimeter watch them 9 millimeter meat
Wikkihdie come, Wikkihtah come, come, Wikkihtah E-drop, styling,
If I get you with me nina then me, you, scream,
And two pop that mine in the deuce for the deuce
Without them gun shells, firing, fidda them know me when me high
Off doughshot 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 I'm finna finna go boom!
Them no dubbin up that cut them in half with some of them
Ripgut, quality, for the cannibalism
Got them black enemy in and when them,
Sickness kick in a million, dying, boom!

Hit em with my G like day, nigga,
From the to the Garden Blocc,
I was from the double 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 been crazy times 6 in '66 and um,
Niggas cant see my folk when I dump them .44 slugs all down they
It takes one time, all night, to peel your
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 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" 44 times till so,
Much later than you go, better off dead, but nigga
That I let your mama know, she might wanna follow this shit
'cause a nigga wont last longer, with wraps in the cut
Chewin all on nuts like my nigga Jeffrey Dahlmer,
Cant load that shit that sickness gets me harder than a
I reach for the greeds that nigga start jackin off until it hurts
Swallow my shit so thick this run loccs up on you almost daily
For the digs then I'm off dick grow soft with lynch I'm chewin up
We gonna stay sicc, for the run em up gospel shit kicks in
It's the nigga named 6 with the locc to the style fix
Eatin up your dead