Luyện nghe bài hát Sicc & High

Brotha
(Talking)
Yeah man, ya know, I was trying to you nigga man,
nigga was trippin out man. I did all kinds of shit,
for him and shit, and I help nigga outa bad situations, you know?
Cuz was man, I was like man.
Still was talking shit nigga, ass songs about me and shit, you know.
Man, so I gotta hit him

you tha, king of comedy,
and Ima be g thatz Ima be.
Let you see that shit at range,
when I tap you with the bang, wrap you up in (sphhhh).
be the endin, no pretendin,
siccmade and side crash?, do a drive by wide em.
Do or die by in em, get in em, any time, any where.
Cut through the like Chris Webber.
Better get it together nigga, I toughen up your leather a,
touch, you in the neck, get my respect, you muthafuckin bet.
Might as well not sweat when I put these to your set,
and you, smokey like robinson.
My weigh 24 tons, and I got them,
niggas on rum in em, and those 221s, you this done.
Thats why I my gun,
cause when you tappin into this gangsta you gotta pack yo gun.
niggas gon shoot, some niggas gon run.
Its all mathematical, bet off and get tragical?,
holding out the roam with the metal thangs,
to do that thang, you know, cellophane.
To hit them thangs,
smash off in the cup where you get hedikane?
You watch medic bring, black bags and gloves.
I gotta be thug (why?), I that decision a long time ago.
40s in plash? dominoes,
goin through drama hoes, you know how it goes.
I aint doin no shows, aint been steppin on no toes.
But the p11 9mm ruben (whats that?), is the I chose.
I dont need cause Im clutch like shaq diesel,
and I love the way the make dead people.
em comin out the church steeple,
he did my people.
You know, paybacks to the degree,
and Im cript to my funeral, so it aint no hearsin me.

Bouncin off to the turf, is A-Blocc,
Im posted pushin yayrocks?, to see right these niggas character.
They blasted like the glock, watch keeps lookin,
but I keep jookin, shit I know where gots his birdies cookin.
I crook em.
See the plots to get richer quicker, make my thicker,
perkin off the finest liquors, pen, triggas get clutched.
I get my bucks man, MOB, money over bitches,
six straight with switches, got the feds takin pictures,
half heart dope, invested my ism, is some pimp, hes upset with a hoe.
And made her till my pockets got the mumps like gody?
Ask the little bitch, she said, oh hes a cody.
So D, pistols from fake IDs.
I put hoes in shady niggas, them eatin through our piece.
Roll through the ghetto, vogues smoked like indo.
High speed chases choppers out the window.
Im by the task, and bitch ass niggas gun blast,
and all I wanted was the cash.
Shit its like Im hunted but I get blunted rollin through the set.
Ima do my thing for now though, cause they aint me yet,
and if I die then I die, shit, even shed a tear.
Im better off where Im goin man, cause I happy here.
Got no fear, shit, niggas bruise like I bruise,
lose screws? like I do, nigga, how you choose nigga, ooh!