Luyện nghe bài hát Sicc & High

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

Nigga you tha, 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 lane like Webber.
Better get it nigga, I toughen up your leather with a,
touch, shoot you in the neck, get my respect, you bet.
Might as well not sweat when I put flames to your set,
and leave you, smokey robinson.
My weigh 24 tons, and I got them,
niggas on rum in em, and those 221s, you this done.
why I pack my gun,
cause when you tappin into this gangsta shit you pack yo gun.
Some gon shoot, some niggas gon run.
Its all mathematical, bet off and get tragical?,
holding out the cadillac roam with the thangs,
to do ghetto thang, you know, cellophane.
To hit them thangs,
smash off in the cup you get that hedikane?
You watch medic bring, black bags and gloves.
I gotta be thug (why?), I made that decision a long ago.
Drinkin 40s in dominoes,
goin through drama hoes, you know how it goes.
I aint been doin no shows, aint been on no toes.
But the p11 9mm ruben (whats that?), is the I chose.
I dont need much Im clutch like shaq diesel,
and I love the way the ruben make people.
Catch em out the church steeple,
he did my people.
You know, to the first degree,
and Im cript walkin to my funeral, so it no hearsin me.

Bouncin off to the turf, is A-Blocc,
Im posted yayrocks?, to see right through these niggas character.
They blasted the glock, neighborhood watch keeps lookin,
but I keep jookin, shit I know Pablo gots his birdies cookin.
I crook em.
See the plots to get richer quicker, my feddy thicker,
off the finest liquors, pass pen, triggas get clutched.
I get my bucks man, MOB, money over bitches,
six straight rags switches, got the feds takin pictures,
heart half 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 everything from IDs.
I put hoes in shady niggas, them eatin through our piece.
Roll dese the ghetto, vogues smoked like indo.
speed chases throwin 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 still get blunted through the set.
Ima do my thing for now though, cause they aint me yet,
and if I die then I die, shit, dont shed a tear.
Im better off where Im man, cause I aint happy here.
Got no fear, shit, niggas bruise like I bruise,
screws? like I do, nigga, choose how you choose nigga, ooh!