Luyện nghe bài hát Season Of Da Sicc

Hit the dank and took my off lock, and off
To the blocc, I'm rollin in a drop top
Three for zero that black criminal mac mac
pap! pap! me hittin a couple of rounds
And I test him, hey fuck 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 and it was that nigga's worst
Put him on the ground wit a brain, full o' dem nine
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, nigga mean mugging
Lynch, and I pop in a clip and I'm not get got,
shoot before I'm shot for the fact I'm B-U-Double D-E-D
I'm reaching up in my box, for the welfare weed
That's fillin a nigga's so I miss dead bodies
In an, oldsmobile, up on the curb and I'm skirtin
Pass the view wit an empty 9 and some (riiight)
I just adjust to the that niggas aint 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 that that
One you come see, with that 9 millimeter meter them 9 millimeter 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, fidda don't know me when me high
Off them doughshot killa weed, me take-a me nine nine,
And me him, enemy for the die, 'cause of dat siccness dem creep
And ten and a them say

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

Hit em with my G every day, nigga,
From the creek to the Blocc,
I was creepin the double dead red till all the drama stop,
And 50 150 is all that shouldn't be on a niggas list
'cause since for the fuckin with been crazy times 6 charging in '66 and um,
Niggas see my folk when I dump them .44 slugs all down they 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 four I got
But you know that nigga the creek so peep at what this trigger got
Come follow me sin, come 'cause I'm bustin all up on your, blocc
Shakin up yo like dice deuce four in the don't strike twice
gon all go say "oh" about 44 times till so,
Much later than you go, better off dead, but nigga
That I let mama know, she might wanna follow this Fahlivum shit
'cause a nigga wont much longer, with wraps in the cut
Chewin all on your nuts like my nigga Dahlmer,
Cant load shit that sickness gets me harder than a corpse
Till I reach for the that nigga start jackin off until it hurts
Swallow my shit so thick this nigga run up on you almost daily
For the digs I'm off dick grow soft with lynch I'm chewin up babies
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