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 zero that black mac mac nigga
pap! pap! me hittin a couple of rounds
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 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 nine
So wrap that up, put him in a hearse
And I'm hittin 50, 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, nigga mean mugging
Lynch, and I pop in a clip and I'm not get got,
I'ma before I'm shot for the fact I'm B-U-Double D-E-D
I'm reaching up in my glove box, for the weed
That's fillin a nigga's siccness so I miss bodies
In an, oldsmobile, up on the and while I'm skirtin
Pass the wit an empty 9 and some bourbon (riiight)
I just adjust to the fact that niggas aint got no
I'm em up with 16s, and letting em know

It's either die, or that sickness, and it's the nigga that nigga that
One you come see, with that 9 millimeter meter watch them 9 millimeter
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 mine in the deuce for the
Without them gun shells, firing, fidda them know me when me high
Off them doughshot 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 I'm finna finna go boom!
Them no dubbin up nina cut them in half with some of them
Ripgut, quality, for the fundamental
Got them black enemy runnin in and them,
Sickness kick in a million, dying, boom!

Hit em my G like every day, nigga,
From the to the Garden Blocc,
I was creepin 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 6 charging in '66 and um,
Niggas cant see my folk when I dump them .44 slugs all down throat
It takes one time, all night, to your tonsols
the phone post, you know,
All up in the cut with the real deuce deuce love I got
But you know that nigga the creek so peep at what this trigger got
Come follow me sin, quick 'cause I'm bustin all up on your, blocc
Shakin up yo nuts like deuce four in the don't strike twice
gon all go say "oh" about 44 times till so,
Much later than you go, off dead, but nigga instead
That I let your mama know, she might wanna follow this shit
'cause a nigga wont much longer, with wraps in the cut
Chewin all on your nuts like my Jeffrey Dahlmer,
Cant load that shit that sickness gets me harder a corpse
Till I reach for the greeds that nigga start off until it hurts
Swallow my shit so thick this nigga run 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 crazy run em up gospel kicks in
It's the nigga named 6 with the to the brain style fix
up your dead skin