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 that black mac mac nigga
That pap! pap! me a couple of rounds
And while I test him, hey fuck a Smith &
I got my, nine at my chest and I got my bag
Of stress weed, a 40 oz. of OE and I'm
Up on some in a mob and a nigga claimin OG,
Pap! hit him in dome and it was that 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, right that curb, tight,
Rollin up in a 64, 4 doors sideways to the light (YOU KNOW)
An I hit that corner of 24 street, some 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 up in my glove box, for the welfare weed
That's fillin a nigga's siccness so I miss 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 either that die, or that sickness, and the nigga that nigga that
One you come see, that 9 millimeter meter watch them 9 millimeter meat
Wikkihdie come, Wikkihtah come, come, Wikkihtah E-drop, styling,
If I don't get you with me nina me, you, scream,
And two pop nigga that in the deuce for the deuce
them gun shells, firing, fidda them don't know me when me high
Off them doughshot killa weed, me take-a me millimeter nine,
And me blast him, for the die, 'cause of dat siccness dem creep
And ten baumy and a say

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

Hit em with my G like day, nigga,
From the creek to the Blocc,
I was creepin from the double dead red till all the stop,
And 50 150 is all that shouldn't even be on a list
'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 they throat
It takes one time, all night, to peel tonsols
the phone post, you know,
All up in the cut with the real deuce four love I got
But you know that nigga from the creek so peep at what this got
Come follow me sin, come quick 'cause I'm bustin all up on your,
Shakin up yo like dice deuce four in the don't strike twice
Them gon all go say "oh" about 44 till so,
Much later than you go, better off dead, but instead
That I let mama know, she might wanna follow this Fahlivum shit
'cause a nigga wont last much longer, with in the cut
Chewin all on nuts like my nigga Jeffrey Dahlmer,
Cant load that shit that gets me harder than a corpse
Till I reach for the greeds that nigga start jackin off until it
Swallow my shit so thick this nigga run loccs up on you daily
For the digs then I'm off dick grow soft with lynch I'm up babies
We gonna stay sicc, for the crazy run em up gospel kicks in
the nigga named 6 with the locc to the brain style fix
Eatin up your skin