Luyện nghe bài hát Season Of Da Sicc

Hit the dank and took my off lock, and off
To the 21st blocc, I'm in a drop top
Three for zero that black mac mac nigga
That pap! pap! me hittin a of rounds
And while I 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 in a mob and a nigga claimin OG,
Pap! hit him in that dome and it was nigga's worst
Put him on the ground wit a brain, o' dem nine slugs
So that nigga up, put him in a hearse
And I'm hittin 50, right that curb, tight,
Rollin up in a 64, 4 doors sideways to the next (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 before I'm shot for the fact I'm 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
Pass the view wit an empty 9 and some (riiight)
I just adjust to the fact that aint got no hope
I'm fillin em up with 16s, and 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 9 millimeter meat
come, Wikkihtah come, Wikkihtah come, Wikkihtah E-drop, styling,
If I don't get you with me nina 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 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 nine I'm finna go boom!
Them no dubbin up that nina cut them in half some of them
Ripgut, quality, for the fundamental
Got them enemy runnin in and when them,
kick in a million, baby dying, boom!

Hit em my G like 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 even be on a niggas
'cause since for the with 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 takes one time, all night, to peel your
the phone post, you know,
All up in the cut with the real deuce deuce love I got
But you know that nigga from the creek so at what this trigger got
Come follow me sin, come quick I'm bustin all up on your, blocc
Shakin up yo nuts dice deuce four in the don't strike twice
Them gon all go say "oh" about 44 times so,
later than you go, better off dead, but nigga instead
That I let your mama know, she might wanna follow Fahlivum shit
a nigga wont last much longer, with wraps in the cut
Chewin all on your nuts like my Jeffrey Dahlmer,
Cant load shit that sickness gets me harder than a corpse
Till I reach for the greeds that nigga start 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 lynch I'm chewin up babies
We gonna stay sicc, for the crazy run em up shit kicks in
It's the nigga named 6 with the to the brain style fix
Eatin up your dead