Luyện nghe bài hát Season Of Da Sicc

Hit the and took my glock off lock, and off
To the blocc, I'm rollin in a drop top
Three for zero that criminal mac mac nigga
That pap! pap! me hittin a couple of
And while I test him, hey a Smith & Wesson
I got my, nine at my 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 dome and it was that nigga's worst
Put him on the wit a brain, full o' dem nine slugs
So wrap that up, put him in a hearse
And I'm hittin 50, right 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 mugging
Lynch, and I pop in a and I'm not finna 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
the view wit an empty 9 and some bourbon (riiight)
I just to the fact that niggas aint got no hope
I'm fillin em up with 16s, and letting em

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 them 9 meat
Wikkihdie come, Wikkihtah come, come, Wikkihtah E-drop, styling,
If I don't get you with me then me, you, scream,
And two pop that mine in the deuce for the deuce
Without them gun shells, firing, them don't 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 baumy and a say

Load up nine I'm finna finna go boom!
Them no up that nina cut them in half with some of them
Ripgut, quality, for the fundamental
Got them black runnin in and when them,
Sickness in a million, baby dying, boom!

Hit em with my G like day, nigga,
the creek 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 I've been crazy times 6 charging in '66 and um,
Niggas cant see my folk when I dump them .44 slugs all down they
It one time, all night, to peel your tonsols
the phone 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
follow me sin, come quick 'cause I'm bustin all up on your, blocc
Shakin up yo nuts like dice deuce four in the don't strike
gon all go say "oh" about 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 Fahlivum
'cause a nigga 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 harder than a
Till I reach for the greeds that start jackin off until it hurts
Swallow my shit so thick this nigga run loccs up on you almost
For the then I'm off dick grow soft with lynch I'm chewin up babies
We stay sicc, for the crazy run em up gospel shit kicks in
It's the nigga named 6 with the to the brain style fix
Eatin up your skin