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 black criminal mac mac nigga
That pap! pap! me a couple of rounds
And while I test him, hey fuck a & Wesson
I got my, at my chest and I got my dime 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 that dome and it was that 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,
up in a 64, 4 doors sideways to the next light (YOU KNOW)
An I hit that corner of 24 street, some mean mugging
Lynch, and I pop in a and I'm not finna get got,
I'ma shoot before I'm 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 siccness so I miss dead bodies
In an, oldsmobile, up on the curb and while I'm
Pass the wit an empty 9 and some bourbon (riiight)
I just adjust to the fact niggas aint got no hope
I'm em up with 16s, and letting 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 watch 9 millimeter meat
Wikkihdie come, come, Wikkihtah come, Wikkihtah E-drop, styling,
If I don't get you with me then 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 me nine millimeter nine,
And me blast him, for the die, 'cause of dat siccness dem creep
And ten baumy and a 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 enemy runnin in and when them,
kick in a million, baby dying, boom!

Hit em with my G like 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 even be on a niggas list
'cause since for the fuckin with I've been crazy times 6 in '66 and um,
Niggas cant see my folk I dump them .44 slugs all down they throat
It takes one time, all night, to peel tonsols
From the 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 this trigger got
Come me sin, come quick 'cause I'm bustin all up on your, blocc
Shakin up yo nuts like dice deuce in the don't strike twice
Them gon all go say "oh" 44 times till so,
Much than you go, better off dead, but nigga instead
That I let your mama know, she might wanna follow Fahlivum shit
'cause a nigga wont much longer, with wraps in the cut
Chewin all on your nuts my nigga Jeffrey Dahlmer,
load that shit that sickness gets me harder than a corpse
Till I reach for the greeds that nigga start jackin off it hurts
my shit so thick this nigga run loccs up on you almost daily
For the then I'm off dick grow soft with lynch I'm chewin up babies
We gonna stay sicc, for the crazy run em up gospel shit in
It's the nigga named 6 the locc to the brain style fix
up your dead skin