Luyện nghe bài hát Sicc & High

Brotha
(Talking)
man, ya know, I was trying to tell you nigga man,
that was trippin out man. I did all kinds of shit,
for him and shit, and I that nigga outa bad situations, you know?
Cuz was trippin man, I was man.
was talking shit nigga, dirty 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 at close range,
I tap you with the bang, wrap you up in cellophane (sphhhh).
be the endin, no pretendin,
siccmade and high 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 together nigga, I toughen up leather with a,
touch, you in the neck, get my respect, you muthafuckin bet.
as well not sweat when I put these flames to your set,
and leave you, like robinson.
My weigh 24 tons, and I got them,
niggas on rum in em, and those 221s, you getted done.
Thats why I my gun,
cause when you tappin into this gangsta shit you gotta 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 that thang, you know, cellophane.
To hit pedal thangs,
smash off in the cup where you get that
You watch medic bring, black bags and gloves.
I gotta be thug (why?), I made that decision a time ago.
Drinkin 40s in dominoes,
goin drama with 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 need much cause Im clutch like shaq diesel,
and I love the way the ruben make people.
Catch em comin out the steeple,
he did my people.
You know, to the first 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 like the glock, neighborhood watch keeps lookin,
but I keep jookin, shit I know where Pablo gots his cookin.
I probably em.
See the plots to get richer quicker, make my thicker,
off the finest liquors, pass pen, triggas get clutched.
I get my bucks man, MOB, thats money bitches,
six straight rags with switches, got the 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 bitch, she said, oh hes a fuckin cody.
So D, pistols from fake IDs.
I put hoes in shady niggas, them eatin through our piece.
dese through the ghetto, vogues smoked like indo.
High speed chases choppers out the window.
Im wanted by the task, and bitch ass gun blast,
and all I wanted was the cash.
Shit its like Im but I still get blunted rollin through the set.
Ima do my thing for now though, cause aint killed me yet,
and if I die then I die, shit, dont shed a tear.
Im better off where Im goin man, cause I happy here.
Got no fear, shit, them niggas bruise I bruise,
lose screws? like I do, nigga, how you choose nigga, ooh!