Luyện nghe bài hát Sicc & High

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

Bouncin off to the turf, is A-Blocc,
Im posted pushin yayrocks?, to see right through niggas character.
They blasted like the glock, neighborhood watch lookin,
but I keep jookin, I know where Pablo gots his birdies cookin.
I probably em.
See the plots to get richer quicker, make my thicker,
perkin off the finest liquors, pen, triggas get clutched.
I get my man, MOB, thats money over bitches,
six straight rags with switches, got the takin pictures,
half half dope, invested my ism, is some pimp, hes upset with a hoe.
And made her hump till my 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, left eatin through our piece.
Roll dese through the ghetto, smoked like indo.
High chases throwin choppers out the window.
Im wanted by the task, and ass niggas gun blast,
and all I ever was the cash.
Shit its like Im hunted but I still get blunted rollin the set.
Ima do my thing for now though, cause they aint me yet,
and if I die I die, shit, dont even shed a tear.
Im better off where Im goin man, cause I happy here.
Got no fear, shit, them bruise like I bruise,
lose like I do, nigga, choose how you choose nigga, ooh!